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SONNET XI.
She comes majestic with her swelling sails
The gallant bark; along her watery way
Homeward she drives before the favouring gales;
Now flirting at their length the streamers play
And now they ripple with the ruffling breeze.
Hark to the sailors shouts! the rocks rebound
Thundering in echoes to the joyful sound.
Long have they voyaged o'er the distant seas,
And what a heart-delight they feel at last,
So many toils, so many dangers past,
To view the port desir'd, he only knows
Who on the stormy deep for many a day
Hath tost, aweary of his ocean way,
And watch'd all anxious every wind that blows.
The gallant bark; along her watery way
Homeward she drives before the favouring gales;
Now flirting at their length the streamers play
And now they ripple with the ruffling breeze.
Hark to the sailors shouts! the rocks rebound
Thundering in echoes to the joyful sound.
Long have they voyaged o'er the distant seas,
And what a heart-delight they feel at last,
So many toils, so many dangers past,
To view the port desir'd, he only knows
Who on the stormy deep for many a day
Hath tost, aweary of his ocean way,
And watch'd all anxious every wind that blows.
