A horse that had slipped and fallen, and the rider by its side;
And over them bent a figure, but whose he could scarcely see,
Then he uttered a cry to Heaven that his wife unharmed might be;
And lashing his steed to fury it flew through the slippery snow,
While the wild waves roared a warning five hundred feet below.
A slip, and both horse and rider would roll to a hideous fate,
But Sir Rupert, with set white features, rode to the headland straight.
They heard him now, and the woman rose from her knees and moaned,
And the man gave a sudden shudder and opened his eyes and groaned.
Sir Rupert reined up so fiercely that the mare on the precipice reared,