On Dream Water

And so, o'er many a league of sea We sang of those we left behind. Our ship split thro' the phosphor free, Her white sails pregnant with the wind, And I was wondering in my mind How many would remember me.

Then red-edged dawn expanded wide, A stony foreland stretched away, And bowed capes gathering round the tide Kept many a little homely bay. O joy of living there for aye, O Soul so often tried!