Classic Poem

Path driver, wind thy tender horn
When any vessel passes!
There's one we sometimes hail at morn,
Bright with her Captain's lassies;
Then sound this note, as Past we move
And break my flag above us!
How small the world before we love,
How great, with one to love us!

The tame canal is sometimes dull —
Not so when Polly meets me;
Her head and neck are beautiful,
With what an eye she greets me!
Wind all thy horn to tell my love
What echoes tell above us:
How dull the world before we love,
How gay, with one to love us!

Her heart's so near to board my boat
My heart must almost tow her;
One step and in my yawl afloat
The little winds would row her;
I know she comes; her topmasts move!
Our fluttered pulses prove us:
How drifts the world before we love,
How sails, with one to love us!