Never until the mankind making
Bird beast and flower
Fathering and all humbling darkness
Tells with silence the last light breaking
And the still hour
Is come of the sea tumbling in...
I sprang to the saddle, and Joris, and he;
I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three;
'Speed' echoed the wall to us galloping through . . .
'Speed' echoed the . . .
Then the gate shut...