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/ And thus it came my feet were led / To wizard walls that hairy hung / Old as their rock the moss made dead; / And, like a ditch of fire flung / Around it, uncouth flowers red / Thrust spur and fang and tongue.
/ And here I harped. Did dead men list? / Or was it hollow hinges gnarred / Huge, iron scorn in donjon-twist? / And when I thought a face sword-scarred / Would curse me, lo! a woman kissed / At me hands ringed and starred.