John Hanmer - The Steam-boat lyrics

White wings, that over the hyacinthine sea With joy or hope or sorrow long have sped; Since first he voyaged whom the Colchian wed; Bearing lone ships over many a salt degree; A voice came thence where ye were wont to be; A strange and serpent utterance; high over head Trailed its dark breath; and with Ixion's tread A keel pa**ed by, mocking the stormy lee. Into the rack, far lessening, on it went, As once that antique lover of the cloud: While ye to veering winds were bowed and bent; And ocean roared with his great voice aloud; Lashing his waves gainst isle and continent, Vexed with the wake that wheel-borne ship had ploughed.