XXX.
“Now hearken, brothers:—’twas a dismal night,
And in his cave sate Tatoban alone;
The fading embers shed a dreary light,
And the big owl sent forth a hollow moan;
The god of tempests sped his rapid flight,
And with his footsteps made the forest groan;
And whilst he sate, out from the deepest gloom
Did the dread form of awful Chepian come.
XXXI.