Classic Poem

I could not choose but gaze; a fascination
Dwelt in that moon, and sky, and clouds, which drew
My fancy thither, and in expectation
Of what I knew not, I remained:—the hue
Of the white moon, amid that heaven so blue,
Suddenly stained with shadow did appear;
A speck, a cloud, a shape approaching grew,
Like a great ship in the sun's sinking sphere
Beheld afar at sea, and swift it came anear.