Two floating bubbles, wonderfully blown
Toward each other, flame-like from the sky—
Meet—melt with lyric splendor into one—
Then, wind-prick’d, vanish—o’er the Sea, a cry!
PALINURUS
Starlight: with deep and quiet breathing slept
The southern sea. The white-wing’d ship that bore
The good Aeneas from his Dido’s shore
Ghostlike, with rippling furrows, onward crept,
And only faithful Palinurus kept