Then the seas sunk down below,
Was land that past slowly brewed,
Thrown beneath the sand was water,
Cast aside was the Sun beneath,
Aside the gest is wind dancing,
In black of night nor heat felt,
The chill that freezes a bone,
Is but heart that gentle glows,
A land so far from him is near,
Will sail forth to all the end,
But then is in the widest deep,
His breath alone was all heard,
Sails through half wind ere rain,
This vessel never downs a blow,
A land so near was hardly felt,
But then it was; he saw it last,
Was the sea casting a light?
Then he sailed forth again,
All strength prevailed,
All courage fared amidst fog,
His feet touched the rocks.
He was finally home again.

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