Circling in orbits wider and more wide:
Highest, methought, through tempest scarce descried,
One time the bird of battle soared;—in vain;
So soon, exhausted ’mid their joy and pride,
Dropped to one sea the vanquished rivals twain.
Then, o’er the mighty waves around them swelling,
That snowy nursling of low lakes her song
Lifted to God, floating serene along;
While she that in the hills had made her dwelling
Struggled in vain her wings to beat and quiver,