Chapter 18 No.18

'Aloud I spake, but verily

Never an answer looked should be.

But it came to pass from shade

Pacing to an open glade,

Which the oaks a mighty wall

Fence about, methought a call

Sounded, then a pale thin mist

Rose, a pillar, and fronted me,

Rose and took a form I wist,

And it wore a hood on 'ts head,

And a long white gar