And now, behold! as at the approach of morning,
       &nbsp Through the gross vapors, Mars grows fiery red
       &nbsp Down in the west upon the ocean floor
Appeared to me,—may I again behold it!
       &nbsp A light along the sea, so swiftly coming,
       &nbsp Its motion by no flight of wing is equalled.
And when therefrom I had withdrawn a little
       &nbsp Mine eyes, that I might question my conductor,
       &nbsp Again I saw it brighter grown and larger.
Thereafter, on all sides of it, appeared
       &nbsp I knew not what of white, and underneath,
       &nbsp Little by little, there came forth another.
My master yet had uttered not a word,
       &nbsp While the first whiteness into wings unfolded;
       &nbsp But, when he clearly recognized the pilot,
He cried aloud: "Quick, quick, and bow the knee!
       &nbsp Behold the Angel of God! fold up thy hands!
       &nbsp Henceforward shalt thou see such officers!
See, how he scorns all human arguments,
       &nbsp So that no oar he wants, nor other sail
       &nbsp Than his own wings, between so distant shores!
See, how he holds them, pointed straight to heaven,
       &nbsp Fanning the air with the eternal pinions,
       &nbsp That do not moult themselves like mortal hair!"
And then, as nearer and more near us came
       &nbsp The Bird of Heaven, more glorious he appeared,
       &nbsp So that the eye could not sustain his presence,
But down I cast it; and he came to shore
       &nbsp With a small vessel, gliding swift and light,
       &nbsp So that the water swallowed naught thereof.
Upon the stern stood the Celestial Pilot!
       &nbsp Beatitude seemed written in his face!
       &nbsp And more than a hundred spirits sat within.
"In exitu Israel de Aegypto!"
       &nbsp Thus sang they all together in one voice,
       &nbsp With whatso in that Psalm is after written.
Then made he sign of holy rood upon them,
       &nbsp Whereat all cast themselves upon the shore,
       &nbsp And he departed swiftly as he came.