Tut, man! What would you have?”
“Gone twenty years,—a long, long cruise,
’Twas wicked thus your love to abuse!
But if the lad still live,
And come back home, think you, you can
Forgive him?”—“Miserable man!
You’re mad as the sea; you rave,—
What have I to forgive?”
The sailor twitched his shirt of blue;
And from within his bosom drew