And the bark shot sheer to the sea through the strait of
⁠the sharp steep cleft,
The portal that opens with imminent rampires to right
⁠and to left,
Sublime as the sky they darken and strange as a spell-
⁠struck dream,
On the world unconfined of the mountains, the reign of
⁠the sea supreme,
The kingdom of westward waters, wherein when we
⁠swam we knew
The waves that we clove were boundless, the wind on
⁠our brows that blew
Had swept no land and no lake, and had warred not on
⁠tower or on tree,
But came on us hard out of heaven, and alive with the
⁠soul of the sea.