She stept on the sea with frolic and glee,
And he spurr'd his charger dark and fleet.
A meadow it seem'd, the bright green sea,
It seem'd a level and flowery lea;
Nor foam nor spray was dash'd away,
As the good steed over the tide did flee.
On to an isle of purple light
The Faery led him with rapid flight;
She waved her hand, she poised her wand,
And the billows roll'd over the faithless Knight.