Or like a demon in a shroud.

And rearing Lindus, backward pressed,

Shook all her trembling banks amain,

Then madly at the eygre’s breast

Flung uppe her weltering walls again,

Then bankes came down with ruin and rout,

Then beaten foam flew round about,

Then all the mighty floods were out.

So farre, so fast the eygre drave

The heart had hardly time to beat