I saw a little boat advance
Towards the great moon’s beacon warning.
(The moon, God’s Slave, who lights her torch,
Lest men should slip between the bars,
And run aground on Heav’n, and scorch
To death upon a bank of stars.)
The little boat, on leaning keel,
Sang up the mountains of the sea,
Bearing a man who hoped to steal
God’s Slave from out eternity.