Pale and cross was Cobalt seen:
Oft it stared with ghastly frown,
Sitting on the gelid stone.
Through the hall its fetid breath
Spread around a scent of death:
Legs it had not, but a pad
Crown’d its venom-swelter’d head.
In the midst of the hall blazed a coal-cover’d pyre,
And the giants assembled in troops round the fire:
Cuirasses they wore on their hair-cover’d breasts,