SUNLIGHT ON THE SEA 



For I will neither bid you share 



My thoughts, nor will I bid you shun, 

 Though I should see in yonder chair, 



Th' Egyptian's muffled skeleton. 

 One toast with me your glasses fill, 



Aye, fill them level with the brim, 

 De moi^tuis, nisi bonwm, nil ! 



The lights are growing dim. 



