And stark I stood among the sodden stones,
Icy with fever, hearing in each gale
Strange footsteps,--while within my soul were moans
For strength,--as powerless as I was pale.
Then I remembered that within a tale
Once I had read--a chronicle of ills
Cowled monks had written--how one shall not fail
To find, unsought, the Fiend, if so he wills,
Cloak, cap, and cock's crook'd plume among the lonely hills.