Never again on the sea we ride.
"Kelpie, Kelpie, out of the storm;
On, for the fields of earth are warm!"
Knee to knee they are riding in:
"Brother, brother,—the goblin kin!"
The meadows rocked as they clomb the scaur;
The pines re-echo for evermore
The sound of the host of Kelpie men;
But the windflowers died on Bareau Fen.
Over the marshes all night long