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And the undiscovered deep;
For thinking of those seas.
"To the northward stretched the desert,
How far I fain would know;
As far as the whale-ships go.
66 To the west of me was the ocean,
To the right the desolate shore, But I did not slacken sail
For the walrus or the whale,
Till after three days more.
" The days grew longer and longer,
Till they became as one,
Of the red midnight sun.
“And then uprose before me,
Upon the water's edge,
Whose form is like a wedge.
“ The sea was rough and stormy,
The tempest howled and wailed, And the sea-fog, like a ghost, Haunted that dreary coast,
But onward still I sailed.
“Four days I steered to eastward,
Four days without a night:
With red and lurid light.”
Here Alfred, King of the Saxons,
Ceased writing for a while ;
And raised his eyes from his book, With a strange and puzzled look,
And an incredulous smile.
But Othere, the old sea-captain,
He neither paused nor stirred,
" And now the land," said Othere,
“ Bent southward suddenly, And I followed the curving shore And ever southward bore
Into a nameless sea.
56 And there we hunted the walrus,
The narwhale, and the seal;
Flew our harpoons of steel.
6 There were six of us all together,
Norsemen of Helgoland;
And dragged them to the strand!”
Here Alfred the Truth-Teller
Suddenly closed his book,
Depicted in their look.
And Othere the old sea-captain
Stared at him wild and weird, Then smiled, till his shining teeth Gleamed white from underneath
His tawny, quivering beard.
And to the King of the Saxons,
In witness of the truth,