Lifts woody peaks which tigers fill,

Bright were his eyes, and bright, beneath,

The flashes of his awful teeth.

His brawny arms of wondrous size

Were decked with rings and scented dyes.

His hands like snakes with five long heads

Descending from their mountain beds.

He sat upon a crystal throne

Inlaid with wealth of precious stone,

Whereon, of noblest work, was set