LX.
They passed the turf, as they the cavern sought,
Where fell the body of the earliest slain;—
Said Waban, as he paused beside the spot,
“The black Priest’s comrade never wakes again;”
Then seized the body roughly by the foot,
And dragged it, bleeding yet, along the plain
Straight to the rocky steep, and o’er it dashed;
It dropped in night; re-echoing thickets crashed.