The Aegean, and a ship without a sail
Plied southward, trailing smoke; at which Hephaestus
Squinted. Then he slapped his thigh and smiled,
And waved for six to follow as down world
He leapt.
They landed, all of them, as lightly
As a fair flock of gulls upon the prow
Of the tramp Jonathan B. Travis, bound
Tomorrow for Gibraltar, then northwest,
Northwest, both night and day, till the ocean stream