Chapter 57 No.57

Through the approaching darkness of the wood460

A human figure broke the solitude,

Fantastically, it may be, arrayed,

A seaman in a savage masquerade;

Such as appears to rise out from the deep,

When o'er the line the merry vessels sweep,

And the rough Saturnalia of the tar

Flock o'er the deck, in Neptune's borrowed car;[398]