rout

'The Day is ours, the Night is theirs!'

And urge their rout

Where the wild dawn of rising Tartarus flares.

But see, amid the mimic rout

A crawling shape intrude!

Laughingly through the lattice drop—

The bodiless airs, a wizard rout,

Flit through thy chamber in and out,

In stairways, doorways all about

The steps of the church in an angry rout.

And one would think that a hungry hound

And th' ape his parish clerk procur'd to be.

Then made they revel rout and goodly glee;

But, ere long time had passed, they so ill

Makes dither, makes hover

And the riot of a rout

Of, it must be, boys from the town

A race-horse speed to Burton-hold;

To join the midnight mystery's rout,

Where witches meet the yews about:

Like skiffs upon a stormy sea;

The bees are lost amid the rout

And drop in [their] perplexity.