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singing until the midnight hour.<br />
Swift as the wolvish coat he wore,<br />
Beren lay slavering on the floor,<br />
redtongued and hungry; but there lies<br />
a pain and longing in his eyes,<br />
a look of horror as he sees<br />
a batlike form crawl to its knees<br />
and drag its creased and creaking wings.<br />
Then howling under moon he springs<br />
fourfooted, swift, from stone to stone<br />
from hill to plain—but not alone:<br />
a dark shape down the slope doth skim,<br />
and wheeling flitters over him.<br />
Ashes and dust and thirsty dune<br />
withered and dry beneath the moon,<br />
under the cold and shifting air<br />
sifting and sighing, bleak and bare;<br />
of blistered stones and gasping sand,<br />
of splintered bones was built that land,<br />
o’er which now slinks with powdered fell<br />
and hanging tongue a shape of hell.<br />
Many parching leagues lay still before<br />
when sickly day crept back once more;<br />
many choking miles lay stretched ahead<br />
when shivering night once more was spread<br />
with doubtful shadow and ghostly sound<br />
that hissed and passed o’er dune and mound.<br />
A second morning in cloud and reek<br />
struggled, when stumbling, blind and weak,<br />
a wolvish shape came staggering forth<br />
and reached the foothills of the North;<br />
upon its back there folded lay<br />
a crumpled thing that blinked at day.<br />
The rocks were reared like bony teeth,<br />
and claws that grasped from opened sheath,<br />
on either side the mournful road<br />
that onward led to that abode<br />
far up within the Mountain dark<br />
with tunnels drear and portals stark.<br />
They crept within a scowling shade<br />
and cowering darkly down them laid.<br />
Long lurked they there beside the path,<br />
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