Love at Sea（2/2）

Our decks fe gold;

Our ropes are dead aidshair, Our stores are love-shafts fair

And anifold.

We areloves nd today—

Where shall we nd you, sweet?

On fields of strange ,

Or fields near ho?

Or where the fire-flowers blow, Or where the flowers of snow

Or flowers of foa?

We areloves hand today—

Land , she says, where love

Shows but one shaft, one dove,

O, one nd.—

A shore like that, y dear,

Lies where no an will steer,

No aiden nd.