Adventure
I shall buy me a sampan shaped like a slipper
With eyes on either side of the prow,
And hoist a sail all ruddy-golden
For the Spice Isles now.
There will be nine Chinamen upon her
With naked backs, like the sail red-gold,
And silks and ivory and jade and amber
Will fill the hold.
With eyes on either side of the prow,
And hoist a sail all ruddy-golden
For the Spice Isles now.
There will be nine Chinamen upon her
With naked backs, like the sail red-gold,
And silks and ivory and jade and amber
Will fill the hold.
I shall sail forever between green islands
While under her poop the wake will grow—
A ripple across the copper waters
In the tropic glow.
While under her poop the wake will grow—
A ripple across the copper waters
In the tropic glow.
