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A ship at sea; a port to anchor in; / Not far a starry light upon the shore.
The sheeted lightning, like a golden door, / Swings to and fro to let earth-angels in.
Most bravely has she sailed o'er every sea, / Withstood the storm-rack, spurned the sullen reef; / Cherished her strength; and held her guerdon fief / To him who saith, "My ship comes back to me!
Behold, I sent her forth a stately thing, / To be my messenger to farthest lands, / To Fortunate Isles, and where the silver sands
Girdle a summer sea; that she might bring / My bride, who wist not that I loved her so -- / This is no bitter day for me, I trow! "