Why is this murmuring, this wild unrest? This never-ending conflict with thyself, As if thou wouldst burst through thy massive gates And fling thy treasures through celestial space, Strew the pale Occident with coral sprays And the blue zenith with ten-thousand gems; Or scatter pearls throughout the Orient flames; Or yet go seething through yon crested heights And with a voice like Gabriel's trumpet, tell The pent-up secrets of thy hidden depths Unto the flaming beacon of the day?
- Martha Lavinia Hoffman
Description: Legend tells of a god who fell to Alneira, and now fights with all his strength to return to the heavens. This god is the Octavian Ocean. Only the most pious sailors travel his waters safely.