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Rachel Lyman Field


I never even hear

The boats that pass by day;

By night they seem so near,

A-whistling down the bay,

That I can almost understand

The things their whistles say.

I've waked sometimes all warm

In my bed, when eerily

I have heard them out of the dark

A-whistling cheerily

To tell the sleepy folk on land

All's well at sea.