Where, for a while, my Eyes no Object met,

But distant Skies, that in the Ocean set:

And low-hung Clouds that dipt themselves in Rain

To shake their Fleeces on the Earth again.

At last, as far as I could cast my Eyes

Upon the Sea, somewhat, methought did rise

Like Bluish Mists, which still appearing more,

Took dreadful Shapes, and mov’d towards the Shore.

Mont. What Forms did these new Wonders represent?

Guy. More strange than what your Wonder can invent.