MY BOAT.
THEfrolic waves are dancing brightAcross the moon’s broad path of light:My lovely boat—A swan afloat,Holds o’er the waves her long white throat:From either sideThe waters glideIn silver flashes of laughing foam,And she skims the seaIn an ecstasyOf joy, returned again to home.Arthur Cleveland Hall.
THEfrolic waves are dancing brightAcross the moon’s broad path of light:My lovely boat—A swan afloat,Holds o’er the waves her long white throat:From either sideThe waters glideIn silver flashes of laughing foam,And she skims the seaIn an ecstasyOf joy, returned again to home.Arthur Cleveland Hall.
THEfrolic waves are dancing brightAcross the moon’s broad path of light:My lovely boat—A swan afloat,Holds o’er the waves her long white throat:From either sideThe waters glideIn silver flashes of laughing foam,And she skims the seaIn an ecstasyOf joy, returned again to home.
THEfrolic waves are dancing bright
Across the moon’s broad path of light:
My lovely boat—
A swan afloat,
Holds o’er the waves her long white throat:
From either side
The waters glide
In silver flashes of laughing foam,
And she skims the sea
In an ecstasy
Of joy, returned again to home.
Arthur Cleveland Hall.
Arthur Cleveland Hall.