Sternly the savage did her answer mark,
Her glowing eye-balls glittering in the dark,
And said but this:—Since lucre was your trade,
Succeeding times such dreadful gaps have made,
'Tis dangerous climbing: To your sons and you
I leave the ladder, and its omen too.[155]
Hind. The Panther's breath was ever famed for sweet;
But from the Wolf such wishes oft I meet.
You learned this language from the Blatant Beast,[156]
Or rather did not speak, but were possessed.