Nor Elle Into The Seas
Tide up, twisted... eyes like coal still glowing in the ashes of ruin... Ahab lifts up to the clearness of the morn... his splintered helmet of a brow.
This glad, this happy air, this winsome sky, at last seems almost to dissolve that cankerous beating in his heart. The cruel step-mother world... now thows affectionate arms around that... stubborn neck. Old Ahab drops a tear into the Sea. Not as the vast Pacific hold such wealth... as that one drop.
