Quick, quick!—in, in!
We’ll take the crested billows by their backs
And shake them. Quick! in, in!
And I will taste again the old joy
I gloried in so when a boy;
Aha! come, come—great waters, roll!
Accept me, take me, body and soul!
That’s done me good. It grieves me though,
I never came here long ago.
Sp. Pleasant, perhaps; however, no offence,