“Quinquireme of Nineveh from distant Ophir,
Rowing home to haven in sunny Palestine,
With a cargo of ivory,
And apes and peacocks,
Sandalwood, cedarwood, and sweet white wine.”

Salt-Water Ballads (1902), "Cargoes"

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English poet and writer 1878–1967

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