I took a boat on a starry night <br />and went for a row on the water, <br />and she danced like a child on a wake of light <br />and bowed where the ripples caught her. <br /> <br />I vowed, as I rowed on the velvet blue <br />through the night and the starry spendour <br />to woo and sue a maiden I know <br />till she bent to my pleading tender. <br /> <br />My painted boat she was light and glad <br />and gladder my heart was wishing, <br />and I came in time to a little lad <br />who stood on the rocks a-fishing. <br /> <br />I said "Ahoy!" and he said "Ahoy"! <br />and I asked how the fish were biting; <br />And what are you trying to catch my boy, <br />Bream, silver and red - or Whiting?" <br /> <br />"Neither", he answered, "the seaweed mars <br />my line, and the sharp shells sunder; <br />I am trying my luck wth those great big stars <br />down there in the round skies under". <br /> <br />"Goodbye!" from him and "Goodbye!" from me, <br />and never a laugh came after; <br />So many fishing for stars in the sea <br />that it's hardly a subject for laughter<br /><br />Roderic Quinn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stars-in-the-sea/
