[A.T.]
Wind of the Sea, come fill my sail -
Lend me the breath of a freshening gale
And bear my port-worn ship away!
For O the greed of the tedious town -
The shutters up and the shutters down!
Wind of the Sea, sweep over the bay
And bear me away! - away!
Whither you bear me, Wind of the Sea,
Matters never the least to me:
Give me your fogs, with the sails adrip,
Or the weltering path thro' the starless night -
On, somewhere, is a new daylight
And the cheery glint of another ship
As its colors dip and dip!
Wind of the Sea, sweep over the bay
And bear me away! - away!