And bowed its lofty head.
“Fear not, thou son of Æolus’ race,
Dear to the gods art thou;
This steed, by strong Poseidon’s mace
That leapt to life, through airy space
Shall safely waft thee now.”
Thus spake the goddess, wise as fair;
And with the word, dissolved in air,
Was seen no more. The knight
Brushed from his eyes the dazzling glare,