The Complete Poetical Works, vol 3

Book Excerptough immortal. NathelessHe checked his haughty will and did not eat, Though what it cost him words can scarce express, And every wish to put such morsels sweet _170 Down his most sacred throat, he did repress; But soon within the lofty portalled stallHe placed the fat and flesh and bones and all.23. And every trace of the fresh butcheryAnd cooking, the God soon made disappear, _175 As if it all had vanished through the sky; He burned the hoofs and horns and head and hair, --The insatiate fire devoured them hungrily;--And when he saw that everything was clear, He quenched the coal, and trampled the black dust, _180 And in the stream his bloody sandals tossed.24. All night he worked in the serene moonshine--But when the light of day was spread abroadHe sought his natal mountain-peaks divine. On his long wandering, neither Man nor God