There's the sea-lover, fair my friend!
What then? Be patient, mark and mend!
Had you the making of your skull?"
And did you, when we faced the church
With spire and sad slate roof, aloof
From human fellowship so far,
Where a few graveyard crosses are,
And garlands for the swallows' perch,—
Did you determine, as we stepped
O'er the lone stone fence, "Let me get