I thanked the old fellow and came into the house, and since then have kept on the guard against widows of every genus, with better success than Mr. Weller the elder attained.
"Oceanic" at Sea.
What shall I sing of thee, my ship, Lone center of this...o...b..of blue, Horizoned by the rosy light Of peeping dawn, and sleeping evening too?
Thou art the pupil, ship of mine, Which lights this round and azure eye, Rimmed by the rosy lids of dawn, And lost in sleep when evening rules the sky.