White and fair she moved on the wind,
With the speed of a greyhound, a Golden Hind,
She scudded along on a windward tack,
Making for heaven, the sky at her back,
She sailed unmanned, this ghost of a ship,
But for Captain Tom Paine, who vowed he’d come back,
For the sad ship, Reason, before the winds ran,
Searching the seas for the lost Rights of Man.
One Voyce of the World 
Indeed. And those seas are vast. Funnily enough, when I hit the word “greyhound” in the second line, the first image that to mind was “the bus,” Drake’s ‘Pelican’ apparently having morphed again…
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🙂 there is a line in an old poem by Walter Raleigh or someone like that about the ship the Golden Hind which was named after a mythical fast greyhound dog (and so the name of the bus company of course on which I have travelled many ties in my youth.) To me they represent speed so their appearance in the poem
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