← Nodding their heads before her goes The merry minstrelsy. 🔊
← With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, 🔊
← Nor dim nor red, like God's own head, The glorious Sun uprist: 🔊
← It flung the blood into my head, And I fell down in a swound. 🔊
← And having once turned round walks on, And turns no more his head; 🔊
← My head was turned perforce away And I saw a boat appear. 🔊