Make ends meet

twining tendrils: The other lifts itself with forceful craving To the very roof of

Call not the spirits who on mischief wait! Their troop familiar, streaming

through the air, From every quarter threaten man's estate, And danger in a

thousand forms prepare! They drive impetuous from the frozen north, With

fangs sharp - piercing, and keen arrowy tongues; From the ungenial east they

issue forth, And prey, with parching breath, upon thy lungs; If, waft'd on the

desert's flaming wing, They from the south heap fire upon the brain,

Refreshment from the west at first they bring, Anon to drown thyself and field