How she held up the horses' heads,   Firm-lipped, with steady rein, Down that grim steep the coastguard treads,   Till all was safe again! With form erect and keen contour   She pa**ed against the sea, And, dipping into the chine's obscure,   Was seen no more by me. To others she appeared anew   At times of dusky light, But always, so they told, withdrew   From close and curious sight. Some said her silent wheels would roll   Rutless on softest loam, And even that her steeds' footfall   Sank not upon the foam. Where drives she now? It may be where   No mortal horses are, But in a chariot of the air   Towards some radiant star.