The Gray Swan sailed away.”
“The other day?” the sailor’s eyes
Stood open with a great surprise,—
“The other day? the Swan?”
His heart began in his throat to rise.
“Aye, aye, 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,