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With Ships the sea was sprinkled far and nigh,Like stars in heaven, and joyously it showed;Some lying fast at anchor in the road,Some veering up and down, one knew not why.A goodly Vessel did I then espyCome like a Giant from a haven broad;And lustily along the Bay she strode,Her tackling rich, and of apparel high.This Ship was nought to me, nor I to her,Yet I pursued her with a Lover's look;This Ship to all the rest did I prefer:When will she turn, and whither? She will brookNo tarrying; where she comes the winds must stir:On went She, and due north her journey took.
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