Book XXXIV: Sands at Seventy - The Dismantled Ship

In some unused lagoon, some nameless bay,
On sluggish, lonesome waters, anchor'd near the shore,
An old, dismasted, gray and batter'd ship, disabled, alone,
After free voyages to all the seas of the earth, haul'd up at last and
        hawser'd tight,
Lies rusting, mouldering.