“Ay, ay, sir! here in the cupboard lies
The jacket he had on!”
“And so your lad is gone?”
“Gone with the Swan!”—“And did she stand
With her anchor clutching hold of the sand,
For a month and never stir?”
“Why, to be sure! I’ve seen from the land
Like a lover kissing his lady’s hand,
The wild sea kissing her,—
A sight to remember, sir!”