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!