Chapter Four

And all night long the restless sea Against its barriers rose and fell, Till grey-eyed Dawn, by lonely sands Saw flash and fade the last broad swell, Before her there the ebb-tide’s gleam And at her feet a murmuring shell.

And then were heard the Elder Bards In full, Prophetic tone sublime, Their eyes ablaze with ecstacy And on their lips the living rhyme; King-honored in an age of Kings And on their beards the frosts of Time.