R.:
From bearded mouth, a hope to glean;
its rede: to keep its host unseen.
Water issued to those water-keen,
succour offered to those dread-fleeing.
Water only now held aloft:
What is the name of this proud mouth?
C. I:
Which Ulmo booned, afore its need.
Toothless not, 'midst wind-sung beard.
What bonds proclaimed; what deeds slept near!
What songs thereby the eld did hear!
C. II:
In peace a charm, in war held the least,
its swallowing-up:
a hell
which drove Haven
yet East.
