Beneath the moon and under star
he wandered far from northern strands,
bewildered on enchanted ways
beyond the days of mortal lands.
Through evernight he back was borne
on black and roaring waves that ran
over leagues unlit and foundered shores
that drownded before the days began.
His sword of steel was brilliant,
of adamant his helmet tall,
an eagle-plume upon his brest,
upon his creast an emerald.