And something stark as a gust of the sea
Had a grip of the whimsy boy in me.
I ran like the drift on the ice low curled
When the winds of Yule are abroad on the world.
Sudden, the beat of a throbbing sound
Lost in the core of the blue profound:
"Kelpie, Kelpie, Kelpie, come!"
Was it my heart?—But my heart was numb.
"Kelpie, Kelpie!" Was it the sea?
Far on, at the verge of Bareau lea,