The Swan's Road

The Vessel forsook the land of the Danes,

Moved out to stir the deep water.

Then at the mast the sail was made fast by a rope

A fine sea-dress; the water-borne timbers creaked

The wind over the billows did not hinder the wave-floater from its journey

The sea-traveller advanced, floated foamy-necked over the waves

The clamped prow over the ocean currents, until they could descry the Geatish cliffs

Driven by the breeze, the craft pressed forwards, grounded on land.

- Beowulf