Your face, by which I have agreed to be guided, now becomes wrinkled with frowns, as though I were straying too widely from the subject. You seem to say to me:

“Why steer to seaward? Hither bend thy course,

Hug close the shore⁠ ⁠…”

“Why steer to seaward? Hither bend thy course, Hug close the shore⁠ ⁠…”