The Foamy Waves Are Swishing As Patiently We Thud, But O The Wave Of Wishing That Surges In My Blood! Along The Ocean'S Rim, Now, With Never-Ceasing Song, I Wish That I Could Swim Now And Shove The Boat Along. My Heart Is Crying, Tireless, The Word It Has To Say. What Need Have We Of Wireless Who Know A Better Way? The Slow Craft Plunges Nor'Ward And Welters On The Blue: My Thoughts Are Floating Forward And Swooping Home To You. Your Magic Love Is Tingling In Every Vein Of Me, And You And I Are Mingling In Spite Of Rolling Sea. Yet O That I Could Borrow That Albatross'S Flight! To-Morrow, Love, To-Morrow Is Our Supreme Delight.