Five children slumbering lay. One ruddy as the red grapes of the south; One duskier, breather of more burning air; One blue-eyed, blond, and golden-crown’d with locks; One finely fashion’d in an even mould; And one hard wrought as steel. Lord of the Woods their Sire; enormous, rough, Hair-tangled like the north-bear: but his Mate Queen of a myriad palaces that shone With chalcedon and jasper, justly wrought, And gems of jewel’d stone. Who when he saw her won her; loved her well; By her abhor’d: and so he slew her then, And gazed upon her beauty dead, and died Himself, lamenting his wild woods. And these Their wondrous offspring were. Europe, A.D. 500. Europe, A.D. 500. A.D. The World beheld them and adored—adored,