Whether my bark went down at sea,
Whether she met with gales,
Whether to isles enchanted
She bent her docile sails;
Whether she met with gales,
Whether to isles enchanted
She bent her docile sails;
By what mystic mooring
She is held to-day,
This is the errand of the eye
Out upon the bay.
She is held to-day,
This is the errand of the eye
Out upon the bay.