Classic Poem

Waters, waters,
Wash over me.
Ripples blue, green, gold,
Finger my eyelids.
And down below is blackness.

Come, little boats,
Will you save me?
Little boats with banners flying—
Yellow and purple and rich red?
Love-boat, work-boat, flying boat of faith,
May I catch your shining rail, O one of you,
And lift me up to your foam-washed deck,
And scud away in the light
To the shore?

Waters, waters,
Wash over me
With a loud noise.
O little boats, come swiftly!
Darkness is under me—