And oft I thought (my fancy was-so strong) That I, at last, a resting-place had found: ‘Here: will I dwell,’ said I,’ my whole life long, Roaming the illimitable waters round; Here will I live, of all but heaven disowned. And end my days upon the peaceful flood – To break my dream the vessel reached its bound; And homeless near a thousand homes I stood, And near a thousand tables pined and wanted food.
