Wildly his cheek of corpse-like hue
Contrasted with each ebon lock
Wide streaming through the ether blue,
Like vapours dark at Ragnarok.
Vexation great the caitiff feels,
That Fenris wolf in chains should pine:
But forming quick a bold design,
Bats’ wings he fastened to his heels:
Then to his shoulders wings of owl
With art ingenious making fast,