Or to thy grief experience my wrath.”
The Combat.
He lifted up his threatening spear on high,
And fiercely forward bent his lofty head.
Then Finn advanced, opposing him in wrath,
Wielding his blue transparent sword in hand,—
The sword—the Son of Luinn of duskiest cheek,
The steely lustre pierced the Phantom through.
The Evil wraith of death assumed a frown;
He fell devoid of shape, far, far beyond,