One blue-eyed, blond, and golden-crown’d with locks;
One finely fashion’d in an even mould;
And one hard wrought as steel.
Lord of the Woods their Sire; enormous, rough,
Hair-tangled like the north-bear: but his Mate
Queen of a myriad palaces that shone
With chalcedon and jasper, justly wrought,
And gems of jewel’d stone.
Who when he saw her won her; loved her well;
By her abhor’d: and so he slew her then,