When home at length the hero turned again,
His huts were ashes and his servants slain;
And o’er the ruin wept a slow, great rain.
He wept not; but he cried a mighty word
Across the wandering sea, and the sea heard.
Then came great whales, obedient to his hand,
And bare him to the demon-haunted land,
Where, in malign morass and ghostly wood
And grim cliff-cavern, lurked the evil brood.
And scarce the avenger’s foot had touched their coast