HOW can I sleep with the moon at the full? How can I sleep with the tide on the flow? Black are the rocks where the cross-currents pull Racing and eddying down to Ardrow! O were I out in a small open boat Alone with the stars and the fathomless sea, All the night long would I drift, would I float Utterly lonely and utterly free! All the night long would I joyfully steer Guiding my boat through the moon-dappled foam Till the dark hills should show suddenly clear . . ... Then in the dawning come satisfied home. |