No fretful orchid hothoused from the dew,
But hale and hardy as the highland heather,
Rejoicing in the wind that stings and thrills,
Comrade of ocean, playmate of the hills.
And that other sonnet, “Faith and Fate,” with its Valkyr spirit, and its words like ringing hoofbeats:
To horse, my dear, and out into the night!
Stirrup and saddle and away, away!
Into the darkness, into the affright,
Into the unknown on our trackless way!
And closing with one of his finest lines—