WE BE TOO POORE MARINERS
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"Here's one that you like," said Joan.
Home from the back of the world she came,
And none that could say her nay;
With her truck in the clouds,
And the wind in her shrouds,
And her fore-foot smothered in spray.
And none that could say her nay;
With her truck in the clouds,
And the wind in her shrouds,
And her fore-foot smothered in spray.
But she has been to the magic seas;
She has seen Dorado rise;
And sailed all night
In the throbbing light
Of the star-shot Southern skies.
She has seen Dorado rise;
And sailed all night
In the throbbing light
Of the star-shot Southern skies.
Sedate she lies at the master's wharf,
With her wind-worn canvas furled;
But she's faint for a breeze
From the purple seas
On the other side of the world.
With her wind-worn canvas furled;
But she's faint for a breeze
From the purple seas
On the other side of the world.
Home from the ends of the earth she came,—
But there's none that can bid her stay;
And you'll wake in the dawn
To find her gone,
With the sea-wind leading the way!
But there's none that can bid her stay;
And you'll wake in the dawn
To find her gone,
With the sea-wind leading the way!
The fire glowed and waned and shot up again fitfully. It flecked the creeping foam at the edge of the sand with a faint rosy gleam which melted beyond into the infinite darkness of unseen water. Garth looked out over the mur-
