And straight himself he seated at the prore, And tacked about, and sought another shore.

All this I saw while guided by the stroke Of unseen pinions: Then amid the smoke That rose o'er burning cities, I beheld White Khar-sak-kur-ra's brow arise that held The secrets of the godsthat felt the prore Of Khasisadra's ark; I heard the roar Of battling elements, and saw the waves That tossed above mankind's commingled graves.