To tend him in that lowly lair,
And fed for three long nights upon his heart’s despair!
All-healing Nature brought at length
Relief at least from agonizing pain,
And some return of youthful strength.
Feebly he leaves his couch and crawls along,
And tries to raise his wing—alas! in vain—
The glory has departed from the Strong,
And henceforth he can only hope to gain
A mean prey from the surface of that earth