sing us a tale of immortal sea-yearning the eldar once made ere the change of the light , weaving a winelike spell , and a burning wonder of spray and the odours of night ; of murmurous gloamings out on far oceans ; of his tossing at anchor off islets forlorn to the unsleeping waves ' never-ending sea-motions ; of bellying sails when a wind was born , and the gurgling bubble of tropical water tinkled from under the ringed stem , 5 1o and thousands of miles was his ship from those wrought her 15 a petrel , a sea-bird , a white-winged gem , gallantly bent on measureless faring ere she came homing in sea-laden flight , circuitous , lingering , restlessly daring , coming to haven unlooked for , at night . '