That flashes by his red, unshrinking eye,
And, sternly-joyful, screams amid the din:
Then shakes the torrent from his vigorous wing,
And soars above the storm, and looks and laughs
Down on its struggling terrors. Safety still
Reward ignoble ease:—be mine the storm.
Oh for the time when I can doff
This skulking masquerade, and rush into
The hottest eddy of the fight, and sport
With peril!"