One Step At A Time Is All

To See The Summer Sky Is Poetry, Though Never In A Book It Lie— True Poems Flee—

Wild Nights – Wild Nights! Were I With Thee Wild Nights Should Be Our Luxury! Futile – The Winds – To A Heart In Port – Done With The Compass – Done With The Chart! Rowing In Eden – Ah, The Sea! Might I Moor – Tonight – In Thee!

I Am Nobody! Who Are You? Are You A Nobody, Too?

Exultation Is The Going Of An Inland Soul To Sea Past The Houses, Past The Headlands Into Deep Eternity! Bred As We, Among The Mountains Can The Sailor Understand The Divine Intoxication Of The First League Out From Land?

Nature, Like Us Is Sometimes Caught Without Her Diadem.