Humpbacked Horror; gibbet-headed
Murder: and,—great ravens shooting
Over,—Fear, in bats embedded.
All were left; were passed like water
Hurling headlong from a mountain,—
Hag and elf and demon's daughter,—
Ere we reached that mystic fountain.
There we stopped. I drained a beaker
Old as Earth: the draught was fire:
On my soul the burning liquor