Unpleased, Llewellyn homeward hied,
When, near the portal seat,
His truant Gelert he espied,
Bounding his lord to greet.
But when he gained the castle door,
Aghast the chieftain stood;
The hound was smeared with gouts of gore
His lips and fangs ran blood!
Llewellyn gazed with wild surprise;
Unused such looks to meet,