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...BUCOLIC COMEDY: THE BEAR by EDITH SITWELL RAIN-SONGS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR TWO WITCHES: 1. THE WITCH OF COOS by ROBERT FROST SONNET by KATHARINE REBECCA ADAMS TO TWO BEREAVED by THOMAS ASHE EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 30. THE HUNTER CAUGHT BY HIS OWN GAMER by PHILIP AYRES IN THAT DAY by ARTHUR CHRISTOPHER BENSON |