Chapter 550 No.550

Very fast and smooth we fly,

Spirits, though the flesh be by;

All looks feed not from the eye

Nor all hearings from the ear:

We can hearken and espy

Without either, we can journey

Bold and gay as knight to tourney,

And, though we wear no visor down

To dark our countenance, the foe

Shall never chafe us as we go.