XXXIX.

He poised her, held her high in air,— His great strong limbs, his great arm's length!— Then turned his knotted shoulders bare As birth-time in his splendid strength, And strode, strode with a lordly stride To where the high and wood-hung edge Looked down, far down upon the molten tide. The flames leapt with him to the ledge, The flames leapt leering at his side.