Poems from Eastern Sources: The Steadfast Prince; and Other Poems

by Richard Chenevix Trench

VII.

Far off, that fleet might seem a wandering troop

Of huge sea-monsters gambolling at will

Upon the topmost surge—or clouds that stoop

And lean on Ocean’s breast, themselves to fill

With water, which they back in rain distil,

Or flock of snow-white sea-birds, that expand

Huge never-wearied pinions, far from land.

VIII.