And the foul refuse every evil had;
But it had felt the influence of the God,
(How should it not?) and a black demon, sad
And stern and cruel, loving strife and blood,
Filled with all malice, and with fury mad,
Sprang into life:—such was fell Chepian’s birth,
The hate of gods, and terror of the earth.
XXIV.
“Then to the south-west the Great Spirit flew,
Whence the soft breezes of the summer come,