A voice, up-soaring like a lark;
While: “Et in terra pax!” (strange words!)
Drop down to Ragnal thro’ the dark.
His breast heaves with a mighty fear,
The strong man trembles like a reed:
The while the minstrels float before,
(Tho’ ulcer’d feet and ankles bleed),
Straight onward through the shining wood,
He needs must follow where they lead;