Hot Vasques follow'd fast and far.
The sun shot arrows instantly;
And men turn'd east against the sun,
And men did look and cry, "The sea!"
And Morgan look'd, nay, every one
Did look, and lift his hand, and shade
His brow and look, and look dismay'd.
Lo! looming up before the sun,
Before their eyes, yet far away,
A ship with many a tall mast lay,—