Boat, little boat, 
A breeze on thy white sails shall soon light, 
    Float, lightly float, 
Far away into the moonlight: 
    Winging thy flight,
From the noise and the jar of the world. 
    In a dream of delight 
Shall thy glistening sails be unfurled: 
    Float far away, 
From the glare of the sun's blinding light, 
    From the heat of the day, 
To the cool of the slumbering night: 
    Float through the bay, 
Though the soft ripples' infinite motion; 
    Bear me away, 
To the tireless waves of the ocean: 
    Float to the deep,
To the ocean-bird's long-rolling pillows, 
    Ah ! Let me sleep 
On a soft-tossing cradle of billows.