Stubborn old man!'
The pilgrim crouches terrified
At stooping hood, and glassy face,
Gloating, evil, side by side;
Terror and hate brood o'er the place;
He flings his withered hands on high
With a bitter, breaking cry:—
'Leave me, leave me, leave me, leave me,
Ye three wild fiends:
If I lay me down in slumber,