Classic Poem

High they raised the mast, and spread the white sail to the zephyr,
Wide before the wind the bellying canvas yielded,
Round the gliding keel roared loud the purple billow,
Over the foaming waves the swift-flying vessel bounded,
She flew, like a hawk, through the sea, and the shores drew nearer and nearer,
The foam curled round the prow as the wind impelled her onward,
Through the silent night she sailed, till morning lit the mountains.