Juan put forth one arm—Eternal powers!
It touched no soul, nor body, but the wall,
On which the moonbeams fell in silvery showers,
Chequered with all the tracery of the Hall;
He shuddered, as no doubt the bravest cowers
When he can’t tell what ’tis that doth appal.
How odd, a single hobgoblin’s nonentity
Should cause more fear than a whole host’s identity!