Till seemingly it had drawn nigh
Above[367] that gathering in the vale.
Then quick the subtle fiend turned pale,
As from the frowning mists o’erhead
A mighty voice and angry said:—
“Depart, ye tempter of the night!
Hence! Dare ye show your face in light?
Did I not bid thee well beware
Lest thou shouldst fall in thine own snare?”
The spirit fled,[368] but scarce had left