At the sudden approach of day.
“So don’t think for a moment, great madam,
Though a poor little body I be,
That I haven’t my senses about me,
Or am going to drop into the sea.
I have had what you only could give me—
A pleasant night ride in the sky;
But a new power arises to eastwards,
So, useless old lady, good-by.”
He whistled a low, sweet whistle,