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I have a feeling for those ships,

Each worn and ancient one,

With great bluff bows, and broad in the beam;

Ay, it was unkindly done.

But so they serve the Obsolete—

Even so, Stone Fleet!

You'll say I'm doting; do but think

I scudded round the Horn in one—

The Tenedos, a glorious

Good old craft as ever run—

Sunk (how all unmeet!)

With the Old Stone Fleet.

An India ship of fame was she,

Spices and shawls and fans she bore;