Or fared she scudding under canvas-sail.Eke she defieth threat'ning Adrian shore,Dare not denay her, insular Cyclades,And noble Rhodos and ferocious Thrace,Propontis too and blustering Pontic bight.Where she (my Pinnace now) in times before,Was leafy woodling on Cytórean ChineFor ever loquent lisping with her leaves.Pontic Amastris! Box-tree-clad Cytórus!Cognisant were ye, and you weet full well(So saith my Pinnace) how from earliest age