Might still be true to that which he had been.
VIII.
He sailed, in search of wealth, from Ganges’ mouth,
But the ship’s prow was never seen again,
Stemming the homeward waters—whether, whelmed
In stormy ocean, half way down she swayed
And swung among the dolphins and the sharks;
Or whether, on some calm Pacific night,
Where on the farthest limits of the dark
There rose and fell the momentary flash