And on the body, like a hateful crow,
Stationed, all out of tune, his chant to chant
Doth Something vaunt!
Klu. Now, of a truth, hast thou set upright
Thy mouth's opinion,—
Naming the Sprite,
The triply-gross,
O'er the race that has dominion:
For through him it is that Eros
The carnage-licker