The first day she was cold and still. I wooed with all my might; And I had melted half her chill And more than half by night. Fling out the silver sail, my boys, And set the tackling free, We'll scare the tired world with noise, The rovers of the sea. The second I bewitched her soul With kisses soft and warm. She sighed, refused, then yielded whole, And loved me like a storm. Fling out the silver sail, my boys, And set the tackling free, We'll scare the tired world with noise, The rovers of the sea. The third was surely best of all. And yet -- I cannot say. But now the winds and waters call; So it's up and hurry away. Fling out the silver sail, my boys, And set the tackling free, We'll scare the tired world with noise, The rovers of the sea. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A FRIEND by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD OH, SWEET CONTENT by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE BELL by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES ODE INSCRIBED TO W.H. CHANNING by RALPH WALDO EMERSON GLOTTO'S TOWER by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE COMMON LOT by JAMES MONTGOMERY SONNET: DEATH-WARNINGS by FRANCISCO GOMEZ DE QUEVEDO Y VILLEGAS |