John Davidson ( 1 of 1 )
 We lie and listen to the hissing waves,
 Wherein our boat seems sharpening its keel,
  Which on read more 
 We lie and listen to the hissing waves,
 Wherein our boat seems sharpening its keel,
  Which on the sea's face all unthankful graves
   An arrowed scratch as with a tool of steel.