‘ TWIXT creek and bay
We whisper to our white sails “stay!
Oh, Life, a little while delay!
‘ Twixt creek and bay.”
So loath to go
From these calm shallows that we know,
We fain would stay the year's swift flow,
Nor onward go
To banks more wide,
Where seaward drawings of the tide
Impel to deeper depths untried,
Where Life grows wide.
‘ Twixt creek and bay —
The morning deepens into day,
And richer freight we bear, alway,
When in the bay.