With Ships The Sea Was Sprinkled

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.