Chapter III

Ut-co, the scowling King of Evil, heard
The voice of lamentation, and wild ire
The depths of his remorseless bosom stirr'd;
Of that gigantic brood he was the sire,
And flying from his cavern, arched with fire,
He hovered o'er these, waters--at his call
Up rushed a hideous monster, spire on spire;--
_Call_ so astounding that the rocky wall
Of this blue chain of hills seemed tott'ring to its fall!