Here he embarked, and with a flowing sail

Went bounding for the Island of the free,

Towards which the impatient wind blew half a gale;

High dashed the spray, the bows dipped in the sea,

And sea-sick passengers turned somewhat pale;

But Juan, seasoned, as he well might be,

By former voyages, stood to watch the skiffs

Which passed, or catch the first glimpse of the cliffs.