Chapter II
Merman
From reining of the water-horse,That bounded till the waves were foaming,Watching the infant tempest’s course,Chasing the sea-snake in his roaming;From winding charge-notes on the shell,When the huge whale and sword-fish duel,Or tolling shroudless seamen’s knell,When the winds and waves are cruel;Children of wild Thule, weHave plough’d such furrows on the seaAs the steer draws on the lea,And hither we come to share your glee.