He raised her on his gallant steed,
And sprang him to his selle;
“Keep, keep thy seat, my love, with heed,
And grasp my baldrick well.”
Beneath the moon the wavelets flash’d,
Struck by the courser’s heel,
And through the ford he boldly dash’d,
Spurr’d by the pointed steel.
High up his sides the surges rose,
And washed the blood away;