Sire Williams journeyed in the forest lone;
And then night’s thickening shades began to fill
His soul with doubt—for shelter he had none—
And all the outstretched waste was clad with one
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Vast mantle hoar. And he began to hear,
At times, the fox’s bark, and the fierce howl
Of wolf, sometimes afar—sometimes so near,
That in the very glen they seemed to prowl