At Myra safe arrived and anchor cast, That Adramyttian vessel disembarked Her voyagers bound to Rome, and went her way. When she at Cæsarea touching found That Jewish prisoner there and bore him thence, She had suddenly gone sailing unaware, In transit as of star athwart the sun, Into the solar light of history; At Myra parting with him she passed on Into the rim of dark and disappeared: A moment in a light she guessed not of Illuminated for all time to see, Then heedless dipping deep her plunging keel And foundering in the gulfs of the unknown! A bark of Egypt seeking Italy, Wheat-laden of the fatness of the Nile, Swung resting in the Myra roadstead nigh. Hereon were re-embarked that company, Paul, and the friends that sailed with Paul to Rome-- Fallen Felix too, with his wife spurring him To hope yet and to strive and still be strong. Alexandreia sent the vessel forth, City twice famous, joining to her own The august tradition of her founder's fame, The mighty Macedonian's mightier son, Great Alexander who the whole world gained Indeed--with what for profit of it all? At this sea-gate wide opening to the West, From all the East men met and hence dispersed-- That current laden most which drew to Rome. Besides from Egypt her hierophants, Hence thither flocked those worshippers of fire From Persia holding Zoroaster sage, Astrologers of Assyria, and from Ind Confessors of the somber faith of Buddh.