With all the body's life to plump the leech,
Is Nature's way, she knew. The abominable scene
Spat at the skies; and through her veins,
Supplied her, stretched supine on the rack,
Alive in the shrewd nerves, the seething brains,
As one clamped fast, with the interminable senseless blent.
Now was her face white waves in the tempest's sharp flame-blink;
Now was it visioned infamy to drink