With their long fibers swept the ground.
Here, for retreat in dangerous hour,
Some chief had framed a rustic bower.
XXVI.
It was a lodge of ample size,
But strange of structure and device;
Of such materials, as around
The workman’s hand had readiest found;
Lopp’d off their boughs, their hoar trunks bared,
And by the hatchet rudely squared.