That toddled down the bay!'T was such a gallant- gallant seaThat beckoned it away!'T was such a greedy, greedy waveThat licked it from the Coast;Nor ever guessed the stately sailsMy little craft was lost!* * *126To fight aloud is very brave —But gallanter, I know,Who charge within the bosom,The Cavalry of Woe —Who win, and nations do not see —Who fall- and none observe —Whose dying eyes, no CountryRegards with patriot love —We trust, in plumed processionFor such the Angels go —Rank after Rank, with even feet —And Uniforms of Snow.* * *135Water, is taught by thirst;Land — by the Oceans passed.Transport — by throe —Peace — by its battles told —Love, by Memorial Mold —Birds, by the Snow.* * *185«Faith» is a fine inventionWhen Gentlemen can see —But Microscopes are prudentIn an Emergency* * *224I've nothing else — to bring, You knowSo I keep bringing These —Just as the Night keeps fetching StarsTo our familiar eyes —Maybe, we shouldn't mind them —Unless they didn't come —Then — maybe, it would puzzle usTo find our way Home —* * *249Wild Nights- Wild Nights!Were I with theeWild Nights should beOur luxury!Futile — the Winds —To a Heart in port —Done with the Compass —Done with the Chart!Rowing in Eden —Ah, the Sea!Might I but moor — Tonight!In Thee!
