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: