John Masefield


                   Quinquireme of Nineveh from distant Ophir, 
                   Rowing home to haven in sunny Palestine, 
                   With a cargo of ivory, 
                   And apes and peacocks, 
                   Sandalwood, cedarwood, and sweet white wine. 

                   Stately Spanish galleon coming from the Isthmus, 
                   Dipping through the Tropics by the palm-green shores, 
                   With a cargo of diamonds, 
                   Emeralds, amythysts, 
                   Topazes, and cinnamon, and gold moidores. 

                   Dirty British coaster with a salt-caked smoke stack, 
                   Butting through the Channel in the mad March days, 
                   With a cargo of Tyne coal, 
                   Road-rails, pig-lead, 
                   Firewood, iron-ware, and cheap tin trays. 


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