Felt as a mother, the still unborn day.
The stars were brighter than they ought to be.
A milky foam curled from the vessel’s breast
Whose long blades lifted to each lifting crest.
Happy were the sailors to be aboard once more,
And the laughing sea answered to their shouts afar off shore.
Dido the Queen
Knew he was gone.
No need to have seen
From the casement withdrawn;