Each saint of lofty soul,
O'er her sweet face, all fears allayed,
The flush of transport stole.
Canto XXXI. Rávan.
But of the host of giants one,
Akampan, from the field had run
And sped to Lanká[480] to relate
In Rávaṇ's ear the demons' fate:
“King, many a giant from the shade