Halloo, halloo, ah, evils!Again, straightforward foresight’s fearful labourWhirls me, distracting with prelusive last-lays!Behold ye those there, in the household seated, —Young ones, — of dreams approaching to the figures?Children, as if they died by their beloveds —Hands they have filled with flesh, the meal domestic —Entrails and vitals both, most piteous burthen,