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 A boat must rock at the laterite steps In a reef-protected pool, For we should sail through the starlit night When the winds were calm and cool.

I am so tired of all this world, Its folly and fret and care. Find me a little scented home Amongst thy loosened hair.

Give me a soft and secret place Against thine amber breast, Where, hidden away from all mankind, My soul may come to rest.

Many a man has a secret dream Of where his life might be; Mine is a lovely, lonely place With sunshine and the sea. 60