Gather ye rosebuds while ye may

understood so well in others. And now it had come! Undreamed of and unheralded, it had come. In what would have been no less than an ecstasy, I left my post at the head of the companionway and started along the deck, murmuring to myself those beautiful lines of Mrs. Browning: ¡¡¡¡ I lived with visions for my company ¡¡¡¡ Instead of men and women years ago, ¡¡¡¡ And found them gentle mates, nor thought to know ¡¡¡¡ A sweeter music than they played to me. ¡¡¡¡But the sweeter music was playing in my ears, and I was blind and oblivious to all about me. The sharp voice of Wolf Larsen aroused me. ¡¡¡¡'What the hell are you up to?' he was demanding. ¡¡¡¡I had strayed forward where the sailors were painting, and I came to myself to find my advancing foot on the verge of overturning a paint-pot. ¡¡¡¡'Sleepwalking, sunstroke- what?' he barked. ¡¡¡¡'No; indigestion,' I retorted, and continued my walk as if nothing untoward had occurred.