Thomas Henry Kendall,
Beyond Kerguelen
(1880)
“ All the year round, in the place of white days on it — All the year round where there never is night — Lies a great sinister, bitter, blind haze on it: Growth that is neither of darkness nor light! Wild is the cry of the sea in the caves by it — Sea that is smitten by spears of the snow; Desolate songs are the songs of the waves by it — Down in the south, where the ships never go. Storm from the Pole is the singer that sings to it Hymns of the land at the planet's grey verge. Thunder discloses dark, wonderful things to it — Thunder and rain, and the dolorous surge. ”
