I waved Brighton away as adventure called,
My heart filled with childish enthusiasm.
The whole world spread before my eyes as the
Wind did gently rustle my sails. Away!
Three months I sailed without excitement,
Making my heart lose faith in the open sea.
In anger God let my vessel venture
Into a storm to swallow worlds and eat me whole.
I prayed and begged with clasped cold hands. "Oh, God!
I am quite dead. Save this wretched servant!"
He thrust thunder from the grey skies and laughed
As I floated. A corpse drifting aimless.
As my filled lungs spewed out the sea, the sky cleared.
I saw a shore. England! My heart flew high