Ramayana 4.275

Shouts of triumphant joy outrang As to their feet the Vanars sprang: And, on the mighty task intent, Swift to the sea their steps they bent. They stood and gazed upon the deep, Whose billows with a roar and leap On the sea banks ware wildly hurled,-- The mirror of the mighty world. There on the strand the Vanars stayed And with sad eyes the deep surveyed, Here, as in play, his billows rose, And there he slumbered in repose. Here leapt the boisterous waters, high As mountains, menacing the sky, And wild infernal forms between The ridges of the waves were seen. They saw the billows rave and swell, And their sad spirits sank and fell; For ocean in their deep despair Seemed boundless as the fields of air. Then noble Angad spake to cheer The Vanars and dispel their fear: "Faint not: despair should never find Admittance to a noble mind. Despair, a serpent's mortal bite, Benumbs the hero's power and might."