V. Hansmann

Because there's poetry like this - MOBY DICK - Chapter LI The Spirit-spout It was while gliding through these latter waters that one serene and moonlight night, when all the waves rolled by like scrolls of silver: and, by their soft, suffusing seethings, made what seemed a silvery silence, not a solitude: on such a silent night a silvery jet was seen far in advance of the white bubbles at the bow. Lit up by the moon, it looked celestial; seemed some plumed and glittering god uprising from the sea.