It has no fear of deep water
Rowing from one end to another
Facing all sides of river
When the water is deep &
Storm is blunt
The boat is rowing with
Full enthusiaism across the river
A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch
And blue spurt of a lighted match,
And a voice less loud, throβ its joys and fears,
Than the two hearts beating each to each!
Its mysterious script, the drifting boat is like
A bird half in air, & Half in water.
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