XXXVI.
So forth he ventured;—even like the dove
That earliest from the window of the ark,
Went forth on venturous wings, to soar above
The world of waters heaving wild and dark
O’er sunken realms of death, the while she strove
Some high emergent mountain peak to mark,
Where she might rest, beyond the billow’s sweep,
And build herself a home amid the deep.
XXXVII.