The Chamois With A Roving Commission Through the assiduity of my Viking, ere nightfall our Chamois was again in good order.

And with many subtle and seamanlike splices the light tent was lashed in its place; the sail taken up by a reef.
My comrades now questioned me, as to my purposes; whether they had been modified by the events of the day.

I replied that our destination was still the islands to the westward.
But from these we had steadily been drifting all the morning long; so that now no loom of the land was visible.

But our prow was kept pointing as before.
As evening came on, my comrades fell fast asleep, leaving me at the helm.
How soft and how dreamy the light of the hour.

The rays of the sun, setting behind golden-barred clouds, came to me like the gleaming of a shaded light behind a lattice.