Middle-sea and Lear-sea (continued)
Now he stands her in for the isthmusa
bearing nor’ nor’ west three-quarter west.
Shipping a sea
yet he rounds her to
now are the eyes of her
due toward her destined haven
due over the bow-wash
a sky-shaft brights the whited mole
wind-hauled the grinders
white the darked bay’s wide bowl
white echeloned daughters of the island mill
deploy from twenty-fathom water to the inner shoal
spume-blind into the skerry-mill
he bears on his port of callb
distant three leagues and a quarter.