Ballads of Lost Haven: A Book of the Sea

by Bliss Carman

Though I ride to my doom in the gulfs of the sea!

"Thy Kelpie rider shall wake and rue

His ruined life in the loss of you."

Then I fled in the start of a terror of joy,

O'er leagues where a legion might deploy;

For the acres of snow were level and hard,

Every flake like a crystal shard.

I was the runner of all Rochelle,

Could run with the hounds on Haric Fell;