And now I have the boat to mend;
And all our supper to pretend.
I am so Busy, all the day,
I haven't any time to play.
Sunset
hose islands far away are mine,
Beyond the cloudy strip;
And something beautiful, besides:—
I think it is a Ship.
Wind
let them call it just The Wind,
And tell me not to grieve.
But I know all it left behind,
And more than they believe.