“Not so,” sweet Eyes-of-Gray replied, “The bravest sight, for me, Who dwell these wonder-hills beside, Is oh, the far-off sea!

“And how could any horse at all, With rider or without, Compare with waves that rise and fall, And pace with mighty shout?

“Behold, the breakers toss their manes At call of Lady Moon, Who, though she waxes, though she wanes, Still guides them, night and noon:

“And when her moonbeams all come forth To lead the waves a dance, A lordlier pageant, south or north, I know will never chance!”