With the hoof unsmirched with mire.
The peak for the eagle to preen and to dream—
Only the game fish swims up stream.
Only the ocean carries a sail
That foams to the blizzard’s breath;
The silent seas that sleep and quail
Are a-creep with the curse of death.
The sky for the rocket to glow and to gleam—
Only the game fish swims up stream.
Only the stars are suns which burn