Thy wheel and thee we neither love nor hate.'

'Hark, by the bird's song ye may learn the nest,'

Said Yniol; 'enter quickly.' Entering then,

Right o'er a mount of newly-fallen stones,

The dusky-raftered many-cobwebbed hall,

He found an ancient dame in dim brocade;

And near her, like a blossom vermeil-white,

That lightly breaks a faded flower-sheath,