4th July 1882, Malines, Midnight by James Kenneth Stephen

Lyrics

Belgian, with cumbrous tread and iron boots Who in the murky middle of the night Designing to renew the foul pursuits In which thy life is passed, ill-favoured wight And wishing on the platform to alight Where thou couldst mingle with thy fellow brutes Didst walk the carriage floor (a leprous sight) As o'er the sky some baleful meteor shoots: Upon my slippered foot thou didst descend Didst rouse me from my slumbers mad with pain And laughedst loud for several minutes' space Oh may'st thou suffer tortures without end: May fiеnds with glowing pincers rend thy brain And beetles battеn on thy blackened face!