I do remember and I will not stay.
I’ll take the Hampton road without a warning
And get me clean away.
The Channel is up, the little seas are leaping,
The tide is making over Arun Bar;
And there’s my boat, where all the rest are sleeping
And my companions are.
I’ll board her, and apparel her, and I’ll mount her,
My boat, that was the strongest friend to me—
That brought my boyhood to its first encounter