Pursue him to the utter sea?
You ask me here impatiently.
And I as pertly must reply,
My task is but to tell a tale,
To give a wide sail to the gale,
To paint the boundless plain, the sky;
To rhyme, nor give a reason why.
Mostlike they sought his gold alone,
And fear'd to make their quarrel known
Lest it should keep its secret bed;