Chapter IV
“Now speaks mine other heart with cheerier seeming:`Ho, Admiral! o’er-defalking to thy crewAgainst thyself, thyself far overfewTo front yon multitudes of rebel scheming?’Come, ye wild twenty years of heavenly dreaming!Come, ye wild weeks since first this canvas drewOut of vexed Palos ere the dawn was blue,O’er milky waves about the bows full-creaming!Come set me round with many faithful spearsOf confident remembrance—how I crushedCat-lived rebellions, pitfalled treasons, hushedScared husbands’ heart-break cries on distant wives,Made cowards blush at whining for their lives,Watered my parching souls, and dried their tears.