Part 2 — OCEAN, THOU ART DISENCHANTED

Ocean, thou art disenchanted! And the mariner no more Anchors under islands haunted, Off a silver-sanded shore; Where he sees some Fairy’s palace Glitter through the boscage green; Hears the glancing of her shuttle, And the wizard chant between. Once the galley steering westward, Toward the throne of Saturn sailed, Toward the Islands of the Happy, Where the summer never failed; Where along the beach elysian, Heroes born in better days Wandered, fanned by winds eternal, Blowing inland from the bays. Ocean, thou art disenchanted! And the mariner no more Sees the sunken city glimmer, Leagues away from any shore. Where are Helice and Buris? Leaning o’er the galley’s side, Once the voyager saw them waver With the motions of the tide. Argosies condemned to wander Havenless from clime to clime, With ensanguined ingots laden,— All have faded from the brine! And the Triton’s shell no longer Over yesty waves is blown; And Poseidon’s burnished axle Drifts a wreck upon the foam. These are gone—but still thy surges Kiss and girdle isles of balm, Clasping beaches beryl-paven, Latitudes of endless calm!