Clothed in the skins of deer and kine,—
Whose only arms, which none might blame,
Were blades of grass and holy flame[806]
There savage warriors roamed in bands
With clubs and maces in their hands,
Some dwarfish forms, some huge of size,
With single ears and single eyes.
Some shone in glittering mail arrayed
With bow and mace and flashing blade;
Fiends of all shapes and every hue,