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He was a Grecian lad, who coming home / With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily / Stood at his galley's prow, and let the foam / Blow through his crisp brown curls unconsciously, / And holding wave and wind in boy's despite / Peered from his dripping seat across the wet and stormy night.
Till with the dawn he saw a burnished spear / Like a thin thread of gold against the sky, / And hoisted sail, and strained the creaking gear, / And bade the pilot head her lustily / Against the nor'west gale, and all day long / Held on his way, and marked the rowers' time with measured song.