Methought the blessed air of heaven
Never smelte so sweete.
Dreadeth Shoan Dhu, the corporal of the guarde.
'Once more upon the broad highwaye,
I walked with feare and drede;
And every fifteen steppes I tooke
I turned about my heade,
For feare the corporal of the guarde
Might close behind me trede!
'Behold, upon the western wave