O Lovely Lily Clean, O Lily Springing

Heaven To Me's A Fair Blue Stretch Of Sky, Earth's Jest A Dusty Road.

I Have Seen Flowers Come In Stony Places And Kind Things Done By Men With Ugly Faces, And The Gold Cup Won By The Worst Horse At The Races, So I Trust, Too.

And May We Find When Ended Is The Page, Death But A Tavern On Our Pilgrimage.

Life, A Beauty Chased By Tragic Laughter.

I Must Go Down To The Sea Again, To The Lonely Sea And The Sky; And All I Ask Is A Tall Ship And A Star To Steer Her By.