The fact which suggested this poem is related by Clarke in his Travels. br br I. br br Blue sky above, blue sea below, br Far off, the old Nile's mouth, br 'Twas a blue world, wherein did blow br A soft wind from the south. br br In great and solemn heaves the mass br Of pulsing ocean beat, br Unwrinkled as the sea of glass br Beneath the holy feet. br br With forward leaning of desire br The ship sped calmly on, br A pilgrim strong that would not tire br Or hasten to be gone. br br II. br br List!-on the wave!-what can they be, br Those sounds that hither glide? br No lovers whisper tremulously br Under the ship's round side! br br No sail across the dark blue sphere br Holds white obedient way; br No far-fled, sharp-winged boat is near, br No following fish at play! br br 'Tis not the rippling of the wave, br Nor sighing of the cords; br No winds or waters ever gave br A murmur so like words; br br Nor wings of birds that northward strain, br Nor talk of hidden crew: br The traveller questioned, but in vain- br He found no answer true. br br III. br br A hundred level miles away, br On Egypt's troubled shore, br Two nations fought, that sunny day, br With bellowing cannons' roar. br br The fluttering whisper, low and near, br Was that far battle's blare; br A lipping, rippling motion here, br The blasting thunder there. br br IV.