The boat's unsteady tremor as it braves
The wild and snarling waves?

What need of question, what of your replying?
  Oh! well I know that you
Would toss the world away to be but lying
  Again in my canoe,
In listless indolence entranced and lost,
Wave-rocked, and passion tossed.

Ah me! my paddle failed me in the steering
  Across love's shoreless seas;
All reckless, I had ne'er a thought of fearing
  Such dreary days as these,
When through the self-same rapids we dash by,
My lone canoe and I.

Good Friday