She sails in beauty 'cross the seas,
Her flags so oft' misread.
At times a jib just barely furled,
At others all sheets spread.

She may hoist Jolly Rogers when,
The winds turn cold and bite.
Or fly a flag of peace and love,
When blossoms scent the night.

Though tempests howl and split the seas,
She rides upon the crests.
Crashing through in jagged troughs,
As she pursues her quest.

And when the harbor's loving arms,
Reach out at voyage end,
She sails serenly to her berth,
Horizon's only friend.

She plies the reefs in search of prey,
As nets, her limpid eyes.
No heart is safe among the stars,
When Luna stalks the skies.