HYMN XCV

An incantation against an undetected thief

To heaven, as 'twere, have soared this man's two vultures,
staggering, dusky hued.
The Parcher and the Drier-up, the pair who parch and dry his
heart.
I verily have stirred them up like oxen resting after toil.
Like two loud-snarling curs, or like two wolves who watch to
make their spring:
Like two that thrust, like two that pierce, like two that strike
with mutual blows.
I bind the conduit of the man or dame who hence hath taken
aught.