Patrolled the seas in search of ships or steamers
Breaking the closes of the ocean emirs.
Through the dense night, archangels of strong wing,
From heaven roving, saw the earth’s vast plane—
The kingdoms of the Pole, all glimmering—
The twisted rivers, and the enfolding main—
The shining gulfs which dent the Indian chain,
And smiled to see the hollow planets swing
Above that dim abyss within whose core
Were hooked the world’s deep sunken anchors four.