I went slowly through the wood of shadows,
Thinking always I should meet some one:
There was no one.
I found a hollow
Sweet to rest in all night long:
I did not stay.
I came out beyond the trees
To the moaning sea.
Over the sea swam a cloud the outline of a ship:
What if that ship held my adventure
Under its sails?
Come quickly to me, come quickly,
I am waiting.
I am here on the sand;
Sail close!
I want to go over the waves . . .
The sand holds me back.
Oh adventure, if you belong to me,
Don't blow away down the sky!
