And loosened his boat so snell;
But as he drew near to the other strand
He heard an eldritch yell.
“Who’s fumbling in the churn? What ho!”
“But who art thou?—I’m Dyrë Vo,—
All in the moor, so weary;
And so dark as it is?” asked Dyrë.
“I’m from Ashowe, and must away
To Glomshowe to my lady;
Bring the boat alongside, and do not stay,