The Whaler’s Daughter by Moose Jackson

No more for me
the kelp the krill
no more the sea
instead the thrillthe proffered cheek
clasped and dainty
the tiny fist

i dreamed i kissed the whaler’s daughter
i dreamed i swam

above the land

winter storms notwithstanding
i dreamed a poemand sounded, singing
and won her wild and willing heart
and evaded doom
the swift harpoon
persistent and pursuant bother
no more for me
the salt the sea
my proposal will be coming soon
i’ll win the hand
of the whaler’s daughter