The grim shape/ Towered up between me and the stars, and...
The grim shape/ Towered up between me and the stars, and still,/ For so it seemed, with purpose of its own/ And measured motion like a living thing,/ Strode after me.
The grim shape/ Towered up between me and the stars, and still,/ For so it seemed, with purpose of its own/ And measured motion like a living thing,/ Strode after me.