SAUNTERING hither on listless wings, Careless vagabond of the sea, Little thou heedest the surf that sings, The bar that thunders, the shale that rings, -- Give me to keep thy company. Little thou hast, old friend, that's new, Storms and wrecks are old things to thee; Sick am I of these changes, too; Little to care for, little to rue, -- I on the shore, and thou on the sea. All of thy wanderings, far and near, Bring thee at last to shore and me; All of my journeyings end them here, This our tether must be our cheer, -- I on the shore, and thou on the sea. Lazily rocking on ocean's breast, Something in common, old friend, have we; Thou on the shingle seek'st thy nest, I to the waters look for rest, -- I on the shore, and thou on the sea. |