Though gods have gifted me propinquity

To navigate your waters free of fare—

Still of your essence, all I dream and breathe,

That heart I worship, heedless of my prayer.

I am disbarred by social straits quite clear,

My paltry raft few blue blood waves could try,

Yet Hope’s white sails unfurl to bring me near

That I might crest some vista of your eye.

Yet how to charter here the course of love

When all before us lie vast seas unplumbed?

Your gaze upon horizons ever rove—

As searching for some mighty ship to come;

Whilst here I toss upon a cockleshell,

To rise and fall, believing love might swell.