Sonnet: She comes majestic with her swelling sails

She comes majestic with her swelling sails,
The gallant Ship ; 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 desired, he only knows
Who on the stormy deep for many a day
Hath tost, aweary of his watery way,
And watch'd, all anxious, every wind that blows.