What be this cruise that I be on
what scene doth it avail
another ship with passersby
who lean upon the rails
With strain to see their quest-filled face
of venture life and thrust
with patron wave and sorted shout
above the ocean gust
The caustic winds and blust'ring gales
the summer breeze and heat
impeding not the warm felt sun
above the rising greet
And for a while their scene aware
but now a bit obscure
the fading of the trav'ling ships
that move beyond the sure
That once was clear now fading fast
as sailing they pass by
till faint their ship in distant past
hath gone beyond my eye
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