M'Lady's Course

A vessel freed from foggy moorings With lines so fine as these Should lift her sail And tack and weave And waltz in rhythmic ease Shed off those slimy weeds of green And freely sail life’s seas Then sing of sun and swinging palms And long hot Summer Breeze Come on in the water’s fine Alone or not divine (Worknotes) The lady bleeds in powered prose (With lines so fine as these) (I've done line drawings and lofted them too) and scraped many a bottom clean The joy of coursing down wind Is close to flying in moonlight Divine is a verb hence verbal advice