The Drift Of The Ark

As you can see on the island through the Billows of green,
Billows foam on the crest of Blue
Tam Ross, the distance is considered
Half dreaming, eyes again:
Now, shadows, has resigned from the drift
Like weeds in periods jerk;
Now that the white gull, which takes you on the road
The sun shining in your fabric.

However, it is reasonable to avoid the risk of the pilot project --
Of the circuit breakers that whiten and roar;
How little you care, or in the shade or not.
They see those who wish to from the shore!
It seems that the lighthouse, suspended at the reef
For a rock under the Lee,
This prevents the top, as the wind wafted leaf,
Across the Gulf of deserted beach.

So, instead of the drift of the ark jam Sunday
When lives and businesses are located,
Dreamers who examined, while against the waves
You can see the sun or shade;
But, even if the growth of dark shadows,
We trim our broad sail as before,
And take the rudder that governs the bark,
Also, we will see how to apply the coast!