That if we flinch and return in fear,
Nos,[60] he will cry ha! ha!
Now each was clad in a vesture light,
That floated far behind,
With sandals of frozen water drops,
And wings of painted wind.
And down they plunged with a merry skip,
Like birds that skim the plain;
And hey! they cried, let us up and try
And down the steep again.