Sad-faced has laid in earth-caverns away.
Thus at his will the eternal Creator
Famished the fields of the earth's ample fold--
Until her dwellers abandoned their feast-boards.
Void stood the work of the giants of old.
One who was viewing full wisely this wall-place,
Pondering deeply his dark, dreary life.
Spake then as follows, his past thus reviewing,
Years full of slaughter and struggle and strife:--
"Wither, alas, have my horses been carried?