Vexed me with their unthrift and wantonness:
I saw them as a hindrance to my son,
And pitted craft against their stubborn strength,
Fighting each step. They were dark, brooding days,
Heavy with sullen menace of a storm;
Yet found I friendly faces, in despite
Of much unbodied anger, for mine eyes
Held the soft light that tames the hearts of men.
Yea, and I roused them up with angry words
To ride with me for vengeance to the Court