Adventure Bay

SOPHIE'S my world . . . my arm must soon or later

Like Francis Drake turn circumnavigator,

Stem the dark tides, take by the throat strange gales

And toss their spume to stars unknown, as kings

Rain diamonds to the mob . . . then arch my sails

By waterspouts of lace and bubbling rings

Gulfed in deep satin, conquer those warmer waves

Where none but mermaids ride, and the still caves

Untrod by sailors . . . aye, and with needle set,

Rounding Cape Turnagain, take up my way,

And so to the Ivory Coast . . . and farther yet,

Port of all drownéd lovers, Adventure Bay!