She hath escap’d my will, Kehama cried,

She hath escap’d, . . . but thou art here,

I have thee still,

The worser criminal!

And on Ladurlad, while he spake, severe

He fix’d his dreadful frown.

The strong reflection of the pile

Lit his dark lineaments,

Lit the protruded brow, the gathered front,

The steady eye of wrath.