By the brute soul that made man's soul its food;
⁠By time grown poisonous with it; by the hate
⁠And horror of all souls not miscreate;
By the hour of power that evil hath on good;
And by the incognizable fatherhood
⁠Which made a whorish womb the shameful gate
⁠That opening let out loose to fawn on fate
A hound half-blooded ravening for man's blood;
(What prayer but this for thee should any say,
⁠Thou dog of hell, but this that Shakespeare said?)
By night deflowered and desecrated day,
⁠That fall as one curse on one cursed head,
'Cancel his bond of life, dear God, I pray,
⁠That I may live to say, The dog is dead!'

1869.