368 br br How sick—to wait—in any place—but thine— br I knew last night—when someone tried to twine— br Thinking—perhaps—that I looked tired—or alone— br Or breaking—almost—with unspoken pain— br br And I turned—ducal— br That right—was thine— br One port—suffices—for a Brig—like mine— br br Ours be the tossing—wild though the sea— br Rather than a Mooring—unshared by thee.