Ballads of Lost Haven: A Book of the Sea

by Bliss Carman

Freshen before the sun,

"And many a morning redden

The dark hill slopes of pine;

But I must sail hull-down to-night

Below the gray sea-line.

"I shall not hear the snowbirds

Their morning litany,

For when the dawn comes over dale

I must put out to sea."

"O Garvin, bonny Garvin,