Ye three wild fiends!'
It seemed a smoke obscured the air,
Bright lightning quivered in the gloom,
And a faint voice of thunder spake
Far in the lone hill-hollows—'Come!'
Then half in fury, half in dread,
The fiends drew closer down and said:—
'Grey old man but sleep awhile;
Sad old man!
Thorn, and dust, and ice, and heat;