"Ten thousand miles of mobile sea -- This sea of all seas blent as one Wide, unbound book of mystery, Of awe, of sibyl prophecy, Ere yet a ghost or misty ken Of God's far, first beginning when Vast darkness lay upon the deep." "He looked to heaven, God; but she Saw only his face and the sea." "Aye, day is done, the dying sun Sinks wounded unto death tonight; A great, hurt swan, he sinks to rest, His wings all crimson blood his breast! With wide, low wings, reached left and right, He sings, and night and swan are one -- One huge, black swan of Helicon." |