Chapter XVI

"Gorged with his meal of gore unstirring sleeps
In his tremendous ring our mortal foe:
Film-veiled his savage eye no longer keeps
Grim watch for victims--warily and slow!
Follow thy lover arrived with bended bow
Of timber shaped, in many a battle tried--
Some guardian spirit will before me throw
A shield by human vision undescried
Should he awake in wrath, and hence our footsteps guide."