The lake is high
the water deep.
Of all the strands
this one I’ll keep.

The dogs float past
where I once strode
and telegraph
a special code:

The day is bright,
the evening long.
It’s safe to leap
so come along

and float beyond
the shoals of strife
to raise all boats
and moisten life.

The lake is high
the water deep.
Of all the strands
this one I keep.