Over their prairie waste and wan;
And the goblin maidens tolled them on.
The yellow eyes and the raven hair
And the tawny arms blown fresh and bare,
Were more than a mortal might behold
And live with the saints for a crown of gold.
The Kelpie riders were stricken sore;
They wavered, and wheeled, and rode for the shore.
"Kelpie, Kelpie, treble your stride!