And ran the ship ashore
Till with rags and clay in a lonely bay
We made her taut once more;
At the close of a gay, exciting day,
We sailed in pouring rain,
And, at length, we lay in another bay,
To patch her up again!”
But even in such memorable journeys there are some compensations, and one of these is luncheon. We land in a sheltered nook where the little waves come flapping lazily to our feet—
“To kiss with whispering sound and low
The beach of pebbles white as snow.”