Or now he might that goodly sight compare,
Who saw it from afar, to forest vast
In motion, that did all its pines upbear—
They tossing their tall heads, as every mast
Now rose, now yielded to the unsteady blast;
Or now had deemed them, proudly thus advancing,
A city on the inconstant billows dancing.
IX.
Oh joy, when they by tempests unassailed
Set their firm feet upon the Libyan shore,