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rider up Gobeloin's [sic] glen

Has spurred his straining steed,

And fast and far from living men

Has passed with maddening speed?

I saw his hoof-prints mark the rock,

When swift he left the plain;

I heard deep down the echoing shock

Re-echo back again.

From cliff to cliff, thro' rock and heath,

That coal-black courser bounds;

Nor heeds the river pent beneath,

Nor marks how fierce it sounds.

With streaming hair, and forehead bare

And mantle waving wide

His master rides; the eagle there

Soars up on every side;

The goats fly by with timid cry,

Their realm rashly won;

They pause—he still ascends on high—

They gaze, but he is gone.