Beside the blaze of forty fires
Giant Grim doth sit,
Roasting a thick-woolled mountain sheep
Upon an iron spit.
Above him wheels the winter sky,
Beneath him, fathoms deep,
Lies hidden in the valley mists
A village fast asleep - -
Save for one restive hungry dog
That, snuffing towards the height,
Smells Grim's broiled supper-meat, and spies
His watch-fire twinkling bright.
Grim
Walter De La Mare
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Poem topics: dog, fire, sky, winter, hidden, sheep, deep, fast, bright, iron, mountain, valley, hungry, save, beneath, watch, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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