I know it will all come right at the last,
But I am not certain what the right is.
There is a river and there is a boat
(I read it all in a far-away tale)—
O faster! O faster! you do but float;
Pull away with your oars, shake out your sail!
A woman, I know, must sail in a skiff,
And reach a ship ere it reaches the sea;
But it is a wonderful matter if
The woman who sits here is really me!