WITH ships the sea was sprinkled far and nigh, <br />Like stars in heaven, and joyously it showed; <br />Some lying fast at anchor in the road, <br />Some veering up and down, one knew not why. <br />A goodly vessel did I then espy <br />Come like a giant from a haven broad; <br />And lustily along the bay she strode, <br />Her tackling rich, and of apparel high. <br />The ship was nought to me, nor I to her, <br />Yet I pursued her with a lover's look; <br />This ship to all the rest did I prefer: <br />When will she turn, and whither? She will brook <br />No tarrying; where she comes the winds must stir: <br />On went she, and due north her journey took.<br /><br />William Wordsworth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/with-ships-the-sea-was-sprinkled/
