Upon the seas of Saturn I have sailed

To isles of high, primeval amarant,

Where the flame-tongued sonorous flow’rs enchant

The hanging surf to silence: All engrailed

With ruby-colored pearls, the golden shore

Allured me; but as one whom spells restrain,

For blind horizons of the sombre main,

And harbors never known, my singing prore

I set forthrightly: Formed of fire and brass,

Immenser skies divided, deep on deep

Before me,—till, above the darkling foam,

With dome on cloudless adamantine dome,

Black peaks no peering seraph deems to pass,

Rose up from realms ineffable as Sleep!