... Looked down over the wrinkled sea
And swiftly loosed his cloak.
... He came as an arrow is loosened....
As a slinger slings a stone,
Clutched (as the sun shot downwards)
At one on the brink alone....
The King leapt back ... the King laughed out....
The great cloak floated free....
There came no sound—tho' he listened long—
From the darkened moaning sea.