Now, far, far, I saw land, saw San Salvador, Cuba that might be the main, Hayti, Jamaica, San Juan, Guadaloupe, Trinidad, Paria that again seemed main.

Vast islands and a world of small islands, vast mainlands.

Then no sail was seen on far Ocean-Sea; now out there might be ships going from Cadiz, coming, returning from San Domingo.

Eight years, and so the world was changed! I thought, "In fifty years--in a hundred years--in two hundred?
What is coming up the long road ?" Ocean murmured, the tide was coming in.

Juan Lepe waited till the sands had narrowed, till the gray wave foamed under his hand.