And he smiled, that blacksmith,
When he placed me in his forge, and wakened his monstrous bellows.
And I—I knew that my foe the red fire would leap again into my entrails,
And melt my heart;
And I tried to yell out my wrath, but could not —
And so I lay dark and sullen, yea, dark and sullen as when
I slept deep down in the sable mine,
Until I felt my foe the red fire again melting my heart,
And again softening my strong, well-knit muscles
Into a mass of living flame —