  I am longing to dwell by the sea, And dip in the surf every day, And—height of subaqueous glee— With the sharks and the porpoises play. To novelty ever inclined— Instead of a calm evening sail, 'Twould suit my adventurous mind To ride on the back of a whale. I want to disport on the rocks Like a mythical mermaiden belle, And comb out my watery locks, Then dive to my cavernous cell. I want to discover what lends Such terror to all timid folks— That serpent whose mystery tends To make one believe it a hoax. They say he's been captured at last; The news is too good to be true— He's slippery, cunning, and fast, And likes notoriety too. A sailor—those wishes are o'er, But ever in dreams of the sea My horoscope rests on the shore. Oh, give me a home by the sea— A cottage, a cabin, a tent! Existence should ecstasy be Till summer were joyfully spent. |
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