Daughters unto his hearthstone came,
And a son—to keep the ancient name.
7.
Often, perchance, the old man’s eye
From a seaward casement would espy,
Scanning the harborage in the bay,
A ship which idly at anchor lay;
Watching her as she rose and fell,
Up and down, with the evening swell,
Her cordage slackened, her sails unbent,