My Ship and I
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O it's I that am the captain of a tidy little ship,
Of a ship that goes a sailing on the pond;
And my ship it keeps a-turning all around and all about;
But when I'm a little older, I shall find the secret out
How to send my vessel sailing on beyond.
For I mean to grow a little as the dolly at the helm,
And the dolly I intend to come alive;
And with him beside to help me, it's a-sailing I shall go,
It's a-sailing on the water, when the jolly breezes blow
And the vessel goes a dive-dive-dive.
O it's then you'll see me sailing through the rushes and the reeds,
And you'll hear the water singing at the prow;
For beside the dolly sailor, I'm to voyage and explore,
To land upon the island where no dolly was before,
And to fire the penny cannon in the bow.
Miscellany
Other poems by Robert Louis Stevenson (read randomly)
Trusty, dusky, vivid, true,
With eyes of gold and bramble-dew,
Steel-true and blade-straight,
THERE'S just a twinkle in your eye
That seems to say I MIGHT, if I
Were only bold enough to try
Birds all the summer day
Flutter and quarrel
Here in the arbour-like
When the golden day is done,
Through the closing portal,
Child and garden, Flower and sun,
Not yet, my soul, these friendly fields desert,
Where thou with grass, and rivers, and the breeze,
And the bright face of day, thy dalliance hadst;
NOW bare to the beholder's eye
Your late denuded bindings lie,
Subsiding slowly where they fell,
NOW when the number of my years
Is all fulfilled, and I
From sedentary life
O DULL cold northern sky,
O brawling sabbath bells,
O feebly twittering Autumn bird that tells
ON now, although the year be done,
Now, although the love be dead,
Dead and gone;
