A winter pass’d since Peter saw the town,
And summer lodgers were again come down;
These, idly curious, with their glasses spied
The ships in bay as anchor’d for the tide, -
The river’s craft, - the bustle of the quay, -
And sea-port views, which landmen love to see.
One, up the river, had a man and boat
Seen day by day, now anchor’d, now afloat;
Fisher he seem’d, yet used no net nor hook;
Of sea-fowl swimming by no heed he took,