By Ocean vast, where tides complain, Lives Wavemaker, in Want's domain. Her soul takes flight to distant seas, But empty pockets mock her pleas. The world invites, the waves implore, Yet lack of coin still bars the door. Must spirit yield to Fortune's whim, And stay confined at water's brim? Nay! Reason finds a clever way, And bids Imagination play! No need for mast, nor sail, nor fee, Her Mind alone can cross the sea! The rhythmic surf, her Fancy's guide, Launches the journeys deep inside. Thus Wit prevails o'er circumstance, And leads dull Fate a merry dance!