At once they were fell,
Neither ready'd to sail.
Berths harbor'd of innocent,
Both sheltered obliviant.
Two eager for gull,
And youth for the cull.
Theyd heard all the tales,
Of its depth and its swells.
Still their masts seem too tall,
For the port oh so small.
"Our nittins are tight,
This must be our night."
High tide they depart,
Mere guided by heart.
Cheer prayers to their voyage,
Tho its ending's old adage.
Bring hopes ye scar'd wise,
To loves blissful guise.
Yet perhaps unlike thee,
They'll master the sea.
And be carried by love,
Til safe harbor'd, above.
