With naught 'twixt the sky and the billows but the boat, and you and me!
II
ON THE SEA
(The Answer)
We are sailing over the crest of the billow,
Afar from the world and its sorrow and pain;
While I on thy soft breast my head now may pillow
And lull me to rest and to peace once again!
Nay, Love, how thy heart in its prison is beating!