The Emperor of the sorrowful realm was there,
Out of the girding ice he stood breast-high,
And to his arm alone the giants were
Less comparable than to a giant I;
Judge then how huge the stature of the whole
That to so huge a part bears symmetry.
If he was once as fair as now he’s foul,
And dared outface his Maker in rebellion,
Well may he be the fount
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