Flash'd back like billows.

Even now

He saw rise up remote, 'mid sea,

'Mid space, 'mid wastes, 'mid nothingness,

A ship becalm'd as in distress.

The dim sign pass'd as suddenly,

A gossamer of golden tress,

Thrown over some still middle sea,

And then his eager eyes grew dazed,—

He brought his two hands to his face.