Of waiting winds are heard.

The seven fleets of Venice—

And what shall be their fate?

One shall return with porphyry

And pearl and fair agàte.

One shall return with spice and spoil

And silk of Samarcand.

But nevermore shall one win o'er

The sea, to any land.

Oh, they shall bring the East back,

And they shall bring the West,

The seven fleets our Venice sets

A-sail upon her quest.

But some shall bring despair back

And some shall leave their keels

Deeper than wind or wave frets,

Or sun ever steals.

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