They catch their breath when they feel the air,

And the rigging stirs, and the lanterns stare;

For they know the tide is high out there,

The gulls go skirling by, out there,—

The gulls and the Wind go free.

And they tug, and they pull, and they wonder so

When will the Captain let them go?—

Oh, Oh,—to Sea,

To Sea!

[Pg 50]

After-Word

nd shall we light the candle now?

And leave, since there is so much more,

Our cupful, and the share of bread,

Here by the open door?

For some one might be wanting it,

If there should chance to come this way,

A very poor Man; or a Bird;—

Or maybe, God, some day.

[Pg 76]

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