SEA SPRAY &> SMOKE DRIFT 



To the slopes where couch, in their antler'd 

 pride, 

 The deer on the perfum'd heather. 



Oh ! the vigour with which the air is rife ! 



The spirit of joyous motion ; 

 The fever, the fulness of animal life, 



Can be drain'd from no earthly potion ! 

 The lungs with the living gas grow light, 



And the limbs feel the strength of ten, 

 While the chest expands with its madd'ning 

 might, 



God's glorious oxgyen. 



Thus the measur'd stroke, on elastic sward, 



Of the steed three parts extended. 

 Hard held, the breath of his nostrils broad 



With the golden ether blended ; 

 Then the leap, the rise from the springy turf, 



The rush through the buoyant air, 

 And the light shock landing — the veriest serf 



Is an emperor then and there ! 



Such scenes ! sensation and sound and sight ! 



To some undiscover'd shore 



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