Page:Poems of nature, Thoreau, 1895.djvu/138

114 And still he stayed from day to day,

If he their kindness might repay;

But more and more

The sullen waves came rolling toward the shore.

And still the more the stranger waited,

The less his argosy was freighted,

And still the more he stayed,

The less his debt was paid.

So he unfurled his shrouded mast

To receive the fragrant blast;

And that same refreshing gale

Which had wooed him to remain

Again and again,

It was that filled his sail

And drove him to the main.