I Once Knew A Writer

The Days Pass Happily With Me Wherever My Ship Sails.

They Made A Shrewd Guess That I Could Give Them Some Useful Information, And They Were The First To Meet Me. Some One Said They Came To Arrest Me, And - Well, Let It Go At That.

Captain Fisher, The Commander, With A Party Of Young Ladies From The City And Gentlemen Belonging To His Ship, Came One Day To Pay Me A Visit In The Midst Of A Deluge Of Rain.

Good Work In The Building Of My Vessel Stood Me Always In Good Stead.

I Had Already Found That It Was Not Good To Be Alone, And So I Made Companionship With What There Was Around Me, Sometimes With The Universe And Sometimes With My Own Insignificant Self; But My Books Were Always My Friends, Let Fail All Else.