I Once Knew A Writer Who, After

I Once Knew A Writer Who, After Saying Beautiful Things About The Sea, Passed Through A Pacific Hurricane, And He Became A Changed Man.

...as The Day Wore On I Watched The Birds All Flying In One Direction, And Said, Land Lies There.

I Had Already Found That It Was Not Good To Be Alone, And So I Made Companionship With What There Was Around Me, Sometimes With The Universe And Sometimes With My Own Insignificant Self; But My Books Were Always My Friends, Let Fail All Else.

And Now, Without Having Wearied My Friends, I Hope, With Detailed Scientific Accounts, Theories, Or Deductions, I Will Only Say That I Have Endeavoured To Tell Just The Story Of The Adventure Itself.

On This Day There Was Soon Wind Enough And To Spare. The Same Might Have Been Said Of The Sea. The Spray Was In The Midst Of The Turbulent Gulf Stream Itself. She Was Jumping Like A Porpoise Over The Uneasy Waves