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Like a flock of great blue cranes / Resting upon the water, / The ships assemble at morning, when the grey light wakes in the / east.
Weary, no longer flying, / Over the hissing spindrift, through the ravelled clutching sea; / No longer over the tops of the waves spinning along north-eastward, / In a great irregular wedge before the trade-wind far from land.
But drowsy, mournful, silent, / Yet under their bulged projecting bows runs the silver foam of the / sunlight, / And rebelliously they shake out their plumage of sails, wet and / heavy with the rain.