And taught me the wide sea.
Now shall I drive her, roaring hard a’ weather,
Right for the salt and leave them all behind.
We’ll quite forget the treacherous streets together
And find—or shall we find?
There is no Pilotry my soul relies on
Whereby to catch beneath my bended hand,
Faint and beloved along the extreme horizon
That unforgotten land.
We shall not round the granite piers and paven