Of yawning chaos looses, whose red eyes,
Half human and half bestial, glare
Malignant menace from his secret lair.
Such subter-human guise,
Such fiercely fiendlike eyes,
Arcadian Lycaon. Jove-changed, bore
When mortal hate took on,
At the Olympian frown,
Its fitting shape. The lessons of old lore,
Magic-divested, myth-stripped, still