And pearls from underneath their low-based bergs
Deep in the green waves, that, with thunderous sound,
Did lull the giants of the North to sleep.

There came, as time rolled by, from the far verge
Of her vast realm, the rugged guardian ghouls,
Stationed in fortresses and waging war
On all encroachers from the hated South.
These had wild forms and gaunt; their dress was rude--
Skins of the white bear fastened to their loins.
They bore long, glistening spears, and deadly clubs
Wrenched from the spines of monsters of the sea.
Their gifts were rude as they, and yet their Queen
Unbent the radiant quiet of her brow,
Gazing with favor on these proofs of valor.
Tales of achievements dread, of battles, deaths,
Had they to speak, while, with pleased ear intent,
Their sovereign listened.

One warrior ghoul
With crispy locks and frosty eyes, and breath
Chiller than death's,--naked, as scorning e'en
To wear the trophies of his fierce renown--
Before the Presence stood, and told in haste,--
As half impatient of the wish to boast,
Yet proud to serve so well--how he was called
WOLE, guardian of old Thug;--how from the South
Came, ploughing slowly through the unwilling sea,
A ship, crowded with mortals from that land;
How, boldly, in defiance of commands