full-sail'd

Updated: May 25, 2025

'Thro' utter dark a full-sail'd skiff, Unpiloted i' the echoing dance Of reboant whirlwinds; and to the question, 'Why not believe, then? we have as answer a simile of the sea, which cannot slumber like a mountain tarn, or 'Draw down into his vexed pools All that blue heaven which hues and paves' the tranquil inland mere." The poet longs for the faith of his infant days and of his mother

Andrew Lang - Alfred Tennyson