I stepped from plank to plank So slow and cautiously;
The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea.
I knew not but the next Would be my final inch,—This gave me that precarious gait Some call experience.
I stepped from plank to plank So slow and cautiously;
The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea.
I knew not but the next Would be my final inch,—This gave me that precarious gait Some call experience.