Grinn’d with cruel delight, and still thirsted for more.
CANTO XXX.
THE VALA’S PROPHECY.
As Thor sat silent, and the fight was o’er,
Slow from the giants’ blood a smoke arose,
And white and thick the vapour spread itself!
Trembling with guilt and fear Lok veil’d his face.
At length the smoke, dissolving by degrees,
Develop’d a gigantic female form: