A spell to-night of potency malign.
Cradled in blissful dreams alone he lies,
And he shall stray so deep in sleep’s dominions,
He would not waken though the rushing pinions
Of his own Thunder-Bird should shake the sky.
All freedom-loving spirits are with thee,
Strike hard and fear not as thou would’st be free;
Lest thine own hatred prove too weak a charm,
The Water-Demon’s hate shall nerve thine arm.”
The Water-Demon sank and disappeared,