TO THE FIGURE-HEAD OF “ THE FOAM.” XV 
VIII. 
Who, following, filled our prosperous sails until 
We reached eternal winter’s drear domain, 
Where suns of June but frozen light distil, 
And, baffled, quickly abdicate their reign. 
IX. 
Yet even here your gracious beauty shed 
Deep calm; old Ocean slumbered ’neath its spell; 
And Summer seemed to follow where you led, 
As loth to bid vour kindred smile farewell. 
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The ominous shapes of drifting ice, that pack 
The desolate channels of the polar flood, 
Clustered like wolves around our Northward track, 
Till swayed by that sweet power to altered mood, 
XI. 
They cowered, and ranged themselves on either side, 
Like vassal ranks who watch some passing Queen 
Through her white columned halls in silence glide, 
Nor mingling meet till she no more is seen. 
