Shalt thou be

Tossed on the wind-ridden,

Restless sea.

Its tides may labour;

All the world

Shake 'neath that weight

Of waters hurled:

But its whole shock

Can only stir

Thy dust to a quiet

Even quieter.

Thou mock'd'st at land

Who now art come

To such a small

And shallow home;

Yet bore the sea

Full many a care

For bones that once

A sailor's were.

[Pg 48]

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