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Paul Laurence Dunbar - A Sailor`s Song
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Oh for the breath of the briny deep,
  And the tug of the bellying sail,
  With the sea-gull`s cry across the sky
  And a passing boatman`s hail.
  For, be she fierce or be she gay,
  The sea is a famous friend alway.

  Ho! for the plains where the dolphins play,
  And the bend of the mast and spars,
  And a fight at night with the wild sea-sprite
  When the foam has drowned the stars.
  And, pray, what joy can the landsman feel
  Like the rise and fall of a sliding keel?

  Fair is the mead; the lawn is fair
  And the birds sing sweet on the lea;
  But the echo soft of a song aloft
  Is the strain that pleases me;
  And swish of rope and ring of chain
  Are music to men who sail the main.

  Then, if you love me, let me sail
  While a vessel dares the deep;
  For the ship `s my wife, and the breath of life
  Are the raging gales that sweep;
  And when I `m done with calm and blast,
  A slide o`er the side, and rest at last.
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