Whilst some one reads 'neath the awning abaft.
Dreaming in soft summer night so mysterious,
Watching the waves as they dash from the bows;
Prattle becoming first sober, then serious,
Laughter soon softened to tremulous vows.
Drifting from chaff into "something particular,"
Though you intended but simply to "spoon:"
Starlight is good for confession auricular,
Lunatics thrive in the light of the moon!
Down in the cabin at night, you most willingly