“OUTSIDE.”
O the rolling sea is the place for me,
With the whine of the wind at play,
And the skies a-brim to their hazy rim
With the dream of a summer’s day;
With the dip and drip and the shifting whip
Of the sail in the silvery blue,
And the swish and blow of the summer-snow
From the hills that are lost to view.
O the rolling sea is the place for me,