And suddenly our boat is like a leaf,
whirled over waves' terrain and up from rest.
The bleary sky now stretches from high to low.
The blanked expanse confuses east and west.
Our ferry-launch is plunged in the paling clouds,
The heart of waves is bathing the reddening sun.
Kept ladylike indoors, could I ever see this?
My sight-seeing spirit's manhood has begun.