All pale along the shore:
There rose our worn pavilions--
A sail above an oar:
As flashed each yearning anchor
Through mellow seas afire,
So swift our careless captains
Rowed each to his desire.

"'Where lay our loosened harness?
Where turned our naked feet?
Whose tavern mid the palm-trees?
What quenchings of what heat?
Oh fountain in the desert!
Oh cistern in the waste!
Oh bread we ate in secret!
Oh cup we spilled in haste!

"'The youth new-taught of longing,
The widow curbed and wan--
The good wife proud at season,
And the maid aware of man;
All souls, unslaked, consuming,
Defrauded in delays,
Desire not more than quittance
Than I those forfeit days!'

"Oh, get him, get him, you three oldsters, as I've got him! Get what
he saws next:

"'I dreamed to wait my pleasure,