Trade Winds by John Masefield
In the harbor, in the island, in the Spanish Seas,Are the tiny white houses and the orange trees,And day-long, night-long, the cool and pleasant breezeOf the steady Trade Winds blowing. There is the red wine, the nutty Spanish ale,The shuffle of the dancers, the old salt’s tale,The squeaking fiddle, and the soughing in the sailOf […]