Maud, Locksley hall, and other poems . nto the Sun ! How oft we saw the Sun retire. And burn the threshold of the night. Fall from his Ocean-lane of sleep beneath his pillard light! (196) The Voyage. 197 How oft the purple-skirted robe Of twilight slowly downward drawn, As thro the slumber of the globeAgain we dashd into the dawn ! New stars all night above the brim Of waters lightend into view ;They climbd as quickly, for the rim Changed every moment as we ran the naked moon across The houseless oceans heaving fl3ing shone, the silver boss Of her own halos dusky shi
Maud, Locksley hall, and other poems . nto the Sun ! How oft we saw the Sun retire. And burn the threshold of the night. Fall from his Ocean-lane of sleep beneath his pillard light! (196) The Voyage. 197 How oft the purple-skirted robe Of twilight slowly downward drawn, As thro the slumber of the globeAgain we dashd into the dawn ! New stars all night above the brim Of waters lightend into view ;They climbd as quickly, for the rim Changed every moment as we ran the naked moon across The houseless oceans heaving fl3ing shone, the silver boss Of her own halos dusky shield ; The peaky islet shifted shapes, High towns on hills were dimU^ past long lines of Northern capes And dewy Northern meadows came to warmer waves, and deep Across the boundless east we those long swells of breaker sweep The nutmeg recks and isles of clove. By peaks that flamed, or, all in shade, Gloomd the low coast and quivering brine With ashy rains, that spreading madeFantastic plume or sable pine ;. (igS) The Voyage. 199 By sands and steaming flats, and floodsOf mighty mouth, we scudded fast, And hills and scarlet-mingled woodsGlowd for a moment as we past. hundred shores of happy climes, How swiftly streamd ye by the bark !At times the whole sea burnd, at times With wakes of fire we tore the dark ;At times a carven craft would shoot From havens hid in fairy bowers,With naked limbs and flowers and fruit, But we nor paused for fruit nor flowers. VIII. For one fair Vision ever fled Down the waste waters day and night,And still we foUowd where she led, In hope to gain upon her face was evermore unseen, And fixt upon the far sea-line ;Cut man murmurd, O my Queen, I follow till I make thee mine. i::. And now we lost her, now she gleamd Like Fancy made of golden nearer to the prow she seemd Like Virtue firm, like Knowledge fair,Now high on waves that idly burst Like Heavenly Hope she crownd the sea, The Ioyage. And n
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