When gliding by the Bashee isles we emerged at last upon the great South Sea; were it not for other things to say.

Of my youth was answered; that serene ocean rolled eastwards from me a thousand leagues of blue ocean.

Pacific with uncounted thanks, for now the long supplication of my youth was answered; that serene ocean rolled

Bashee isles we emerged at last upon the great South Sea; were it not for other things as we emerged upwards.