The eyes of hunted wild things glare with rage,—
And on her bosom doth his love assuage."
"Yea, even so," said Accolon, his eyes
Searching her face: "the knight, as I surmise,
Who cometh heated to that haunted place,
Stoops down to lave his forehead, and his face
Meets fairy faces; elfins in a ring
That shadow upward, smiling, beckoning
Down, down to wonders, magic built of old
For some dim witch.—A city walled with gold,