Fear hath a hundred eyes that all agree
To plague her beating heart; and there is one
( Nor idlest that! ) which holds communion
With things that were not, yet were meant to be.
Aghast within its gloomy cavity
That eye ( which sees as if fulfilled and done
Crimes that might stop the motion of the sun )
Beholds the horrible catastrophe
Of an assembled Senate unredeemed
From subterraneous Treason's darkling power:
Merciless act of sorrow infinite!
Worse than the product of that dismal night,
When gushing, copious as a thunder-shower,
The blood of Huguenots through Paris streamed.