And the winds blew for Afric. How that hour,
With all its hues of glory, seems to burst
Again upon my vision! I behold
The stately barks, the arming, the array,
The crests, the banners of my chivalry,
Sway’d by the sea-breeze till their motion show’d
Like joyous life! How the proud billows foam’d!
And the oars flash’d like lightnings of the deep,
And the tall spears went glancing to the sun,
And scattering round quick rays, as if to guide