Read this excerpt from "ulysses" by alfred, lord tennyson: in offices of tenderness, and pay meet adoration to my household gods, when i am gone. he works his work, i mine. there lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail: there gloom the dark broad seas. my mariners, souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with me-- that ever with a frolic welcome took the thunder and the sunshine, and opposed free hearts, free foreheads-- you and i are old; what image does this line create of the ships, which is enhanced by the caesura? there lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail: