still,
Through foam and spume and fog and gloom
drove on to wreak her will.
Were only her zeal less eager, her lust for her
prey less keen,
She must have sensed that horrid chill that
shuddered from One Unseen.
But onward she plunged unheeding that there
in the vast, black sea,
As grim as Fate there lay in wait One mightier