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A dash of spray, / A weed-browned way, -- / My ship's in the bay, / In the glad blue bay, -- / The wind's from the west / And the waves have a crest, / But my bird's in the nest / And my ship's in the bay!
At dawn to stand / Soft hand to hand, / Bare feet on the sand, -- / On the hard brown sand, -- / To wait, dew-crowned, / For the tarrying sound / Of a keel that will ground / On the scraping sand.