‘ Twixt Creek and Bay.

‘ TWIXT creek and bay

We whisper to our white sails “stay!

Oh, Life, a little while delay!

‘ Twixt creek and bay.”

So loath to go

From these calm shallows that we know,

We fain would stay the year's swift flow,

Nor onward go

To banks more wide,

Where seaward drawings of the tide

Impel to deeper depths untried,

Where Life grows wide.

‘ Twixt creek and bay —

The morning deepens into day,

And richer freight we bear, alway,

When in the bay.