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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 espy
Come like a giant from a haven broad;
And lustily along the bay she strode,
‘Her tackling rich, and of apparel high.'
This ship was naught 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 brook / No tarrying; where she comes the winds must stir: / On went she-and due north her journey took.