The Mad Flight, Ulysses

when lo, a mountain loomed before us, dim
by reason of the distance, and so high
it seemed to me, that I had seen none such.

And we rejoiced; but soon our happiness
was turned to grief; for from the new-found land
a whirlwind rose, and smote our vessel’s prow;

three times it made her whirl with all the waters;
then at the fourth it made her stern go up,
and prow go down, even as Another pleased,

till over us the ocean’s waves had closed.”