Ship Ahoy
In dreams I was a ship, and sail’d the boundless seas, Sailing and ever sailing—all seas and into every port, or out upon the offing, Saluting, cheerily hailing each mate, met or pass’d, little or big, “Ship ahoy!” thro’ trumpet or by voice—if nothing more, some friendly merry word at least, For companionship and good will for ever to all and each.