And thence in wrathful hope he turned,
Hot as the heart within him burned,
To meet the knight whose love, so spurned
And spat on and made nought of, yearned
⁠And dreamed and hoped and lived in vain,
And said, 'I have found her sleeping fast,'
And led him where the shadows cast
From leaves wherethrough light winds ran past
⁠Screened her from sun and rain.

But Garnysshe, seeing, reeled as he stood
Like a tree, kingliest of the wood,
Half hewn through: and the burning blood
Through lips and nostrils burst aflood:
⁠And gathering back his rage and might
As broken breakers rally and roar
The loud wind down that drives off shore,
He smote their heads off: there no more
⁠Their life might shame the light.