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236 CATH-LODA.
dark moon descending, behind thy resounding
woods. On thy top dwells the misty Loda :
the house of the spirits of men ! In the end of
his cloudy hall bends forward Cruth-loda of
swords. His form is dimly seen, amid his wavy
mist. His right hand is on his shield. In his
left is the half-viewless shell. The roof of his
dreadful hall is marked with nightly fires !
The race of Cruth-loda advance, a ridge of
formless shades. He reaches the sounding shell,
to those who shOne in war. But, between him
and the feeble, his shield rises, a darkened orb.
He is a setting meteor, to the weak in arms.
Bright as a rainbow on streams, came Lulan's
white-bosomed maid.