As Ships Go By

Come under the arching trees

And on the warm grass stretch at ease

Where we can taste the salt sea-breeze

And see the ships go by

When the wind so strong and free

Blows o'er my face fresh from the sea

I forgetting all my care

Here beneath these arching trees

Where we taste the salt sea-breeze

And watch the ships go by

And they say all things must die

We are nothing, you and I

And that all things are but dreams

Life is nothing, only seems

And yet this is real to me

So good it is to lie at ease

Under shade of arching trees

Where we taste the salt sea-breeze

And let the ships drift by