But on flew the bark and gainst the rocks
Like a living thing did strain.
"Thou'st steered us wrong, thou helmsman vile!"
Said I to the Nautilus bold;
"We shall down the gulf; were dead men both!
Dost know the course we hold?"
I seized the helm with a sudden jerk,
And we wheeled round like a bird;
But I saw the Gulf of Eternity,
And the tideless waves I heard.