Queen in all harbors with her moon-sail yard.
Though I tell many, there must still be others,
McVickar Marshall’s ships and Fernie Brothers’,
Lochs, Counties, Shires, Drums, the countless lines
Whose house-flags all were once familiar signs
At high main-trucks on Mersey’s windy ways
When sunlight made the wind-white water blaze.
Their names bring back old mornings, when the docks
Shone with their house-flags and their painted blocks,
Their raking masts below the Custom House