Chapter 11 THE CROSSING OF THE THRESHOLD.

"And now there came both mist and snow,

And it grew wondrous cold.

And ice, mast high, came floating by,

As green as emerald.

And through the drifts, the snowy cliffs

Did send a dismal sheen;

Nor shapes of men, nor beasts we ken,

The ice was all between.

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With sloping masts and dripping prow,

As who pursued with