And sent her sweetly by the golden isles,
Till silent in her oriental haven.
There Enoch traded for himself, and bought
Quaint monsters for the market of those times,
A gilded dragon also for the babes. 540
Less lucky her home-voyage: at first indeed
Thro’ many a fair sea-circle, day by day,
Scarce-rocking, her full-busted figure-head
Stared o’er the ripple feathering from her bows:
Then follow’d calms, and then winds variable, 545