The Legend of St. Loy :: :: University of Virginia Library

Such were his thoughts, I ween, whose mind,
'Mid peril, girt with danger,
Ay, still to harmony resigned,
To fear remained a stranger:
Such Edwy's thoughts, whose eagle soul
Of thrilling song spurned earth's control,
Borne by whose wing he soared on high,
Secure, though death itself were nigh!
And now he marked, undaunted yet,
The giant Chieftain foam and fret,
And scanned his dark brow, as it grew
Deeper in its demon hue,

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And knitted o'er his fierce red eye
Such gloom, as shades but ill
The flashes that incessant fly
In sidelong fury still.
So lightnings from the pregnant cloud,
Blackened with storms, advance
Before the thunder, that aloud
Peals o'er broad heaven's expanse.
Nor silent was the brooded rage
His meteor glances did presage,
Shooting with wild and maniac fire,
Desperate as wild, and fierce in ire.