Sea-Pictures

Look ! who comes wafted here —
What lone yet all unfearful mariner?
You cannot see him? No; he mocks the
sight —
Mid such immensities so mere a mite.

Look close! That tiniest speck of brownish
red,
Perched on his single subtle spider-thread !

Trust, little aeronaut, thy filmy sail.
Blow wind! the reef and palm-tree shall not
fail.