Answering, with imprecation dread,
“Sunk be his home in embers red!
And cursed be the meanest shed
That e’er shall hide the houseless head,
We doom to want and woe!”
A sharp and shrieking echo gave,
Coir-Uriskin,[188] thy Goblin-cave!
And the gray pass where birches wave
On Beala-nam-bo.[189]