Adown the valley where Sauróren smiles.
The pass to San Sebastian England keeps.
There Morton brave and Nial lead their files;
And hardy veterans climb those cloudy mountain piles.
XXXI.
What clattering steed doth gallop fleet as air
Through the Lanz valley, making earth to shake
’Neath his hoofs’ thunder? With that horseman dare
None ride save one, the noblest, for his sake
Light valuing life or limb. Thought-swift they make