‘What shall I say, brave Admiral, say,
If we sight naught but seas at dawn?’
‘Why, you shall say at break of day,
“Sail on! sail on! sail on! and on!”’
“They sailed and sailed, as winds might blow,
Until at last the blanched mate said:
‘Why, now not even God would know
Should I and all my men fall dead.
These very winds forget their way,
For God from these dread seas is gone.