Either we reach the bidden shore, or else

Storm and the deep forbid -- we can no more."

Thus said he loosed the boat and raised the sail.

No sooner done than stars were seen to fall

In flaming furrows from the sky: nay, more;

The pole star trembled in its place on high:

Black horror marked the surging of the sea;

The main was boiling in long tracts of foam,

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