Xi

In Harbor

My little boat is in a bay, It swings with gentle motion, And there I lie and watch all day The far-off, noisy ocean.

The ships go up, the ships go down, And never see me spying. They are the pride and fear of town-- Sails wide and colors flying.

They are so strong, they are so tall, They fear no storm, no sorrow; With brave eyes to the sun, they all Set sail for some to-morrow.

Sometimes I long to range and roam, My harbor life bewailing, But little boats must bide at home, To gayly speed the sailing.