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Not quinqueremes but

from Nineveh perhaps, cloud-sailed, these barques come,
sumptuously cushioned, laden with luxuries,
gold, frankincense, myrrh-
water glitters,
gold,
silver.

Sumptuously cushioned, laden with luxuries,
they dream-sail,
bathed in
cool
moonlight,

gold, frankincense, myrrh
in cedar-
wood
chests.

Water glitters,
moon
fragments,

gold
and

silver.