A ship in a harbor is safe, they say,
but it's not where ships were built to be.
O how shall we love as our days run on
and all the voyaging is done?
Now here on the shore of our marriage - see
the sweetheart lingers as the clown!
The summers in you still entreat
warmth to my winters, and each noon
beckons to where the late wave's lunge
will josh away our cares.
We think to wait in our love's long light,
to rest where the morning smiles are blown.
But the sea breaks over us - crest after crest
of laughter - a new voyage begun!