Kawai from Overmorrow by Birdwing

adapted from 'A More Ancient Mariner' by Bliss Carman (1861-1929)

He dares to boast, along the coast,
The beauty of Highland Heather,--
How he and she, with night on the sea,
Lay out on the hills together.

His morals are mixed, but his will is fixed,
He prospers after his kind,
And follows an instinct, compass-sure,
Philosophers call blind.

There's a soul in the garden who wished days were shorter,
When B goes to sea with the wind in her corner,
So they I've got my doubts, but the flowers are human,
And the valor and golf of a vagrant woman.

And that is why, when he comes to die,
He'll have an easier sentence,
Than someone I know who thinks just so,
And leaves room for repentance.

Than someone I know who thinks just so,
And leaves room for repentance.

There's a soul in the garden who wished days were shorter,
When B goes to sea with the wind in her corner,
So they I've got my doubts, but the flowers are human,
And the valor and golf of a vagrant woman.

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