Until the forward-creeping tides
⁠Began to foam, and we to draw
⁠From deep to deep, to where we saw
A great ship lift her shining sides,

The man we loved was there on deck,
⁠But thrice as large as man he bent
⁠To greet us. Up the side I went,
And fell in silence on his neck:

Whereat those maidens with one mind
⁠Bewail'd their lot; I did them wrong:
⁠'We served thee here,' they said, 'so long,
And wilt thou leave us now behind?'

So rapt I was, they could not win
⁠An answer from my lips, but he
⁠Replying, 'Enter likewise ye
And go with us:' they enter'd in,

And while the wind began to sweep
⁠A music out of sheet and shroud,
⁠We steer'd her toward a crimson cloud
That landlike slept along the deep.