Rode out upon a headland in the sky.
I know not in what world it was—Mirak
Or Algol, or some further Zodiac!
I looked down on a sea of fog below;
Saw strange lands rise, strange waters furl and flow,
Breaking on newly lifted reefs and shores—
New Africas, new Indies, new Azores—
Lands that allured me to illustrious deed,
Past Roland’s fame, and all his knightly breed—
Fringes of lands no foot had ever found,