Pipe, bird, in the tamarind tree. Pipe, wind, on the azure sea. Here is the season of Peace on Ea… Pipe merrily. Roar, surf, on the outer reef.

Off Vincent, eighty fathoms deep, With roofs of coral and pale shell… Wherein sleep the weary sailors, w… The Weavers of the deepest spell. Fair sisters, you have lured him f…

HUNCHED in his greatcoat, there… Sullen of face and rough of hands, Ready to fight, unready to drill, Willing to suffer and ready to kil… He isn’t our best; he isn’t our wo…

‘STRIKE me blind!’ we swore. God, and I was stricken! I have seen the morning fade And noonday thicken. Be merciful, O God, that I have…

When the drift spins white, and th… And the black clouds race in the s… The Mother Carey, down in the sea… Startles her chickens up from her… With shout and laughter she bids t…

A shadow deep in the wave astern, A quiver of green, a sliding fin Shifting, but ever keeping the cou… Silent and keen as sin. Sometimes close in our wake he swa…

Pipe, bird, in the tamarind tree. Pipe, wind, on the azure sea. Here is the Season of Peace on E… Pipe merrily. Roar, surf, on the outer reef.

SOMEWHERE he failed me, somewh… Youth, in his ignorant faith and h… The tides go out; the tides come f… Still the old years die and the ne… But youth?–

North! We are sailing North, The song at the windlass is done. The slim, still palms, astern, Are black ‘gainst the orange sun. North! She is heading North,

Now let him rest, Toil-worn hands on nerveless breas… Fish come into the silver bays, And red suns go to the west. But never again with wind and tide

The noddy lay sick-a-bed; The bread was low in the bin; The dogs howled all night long And the ice-pans drifted in. The white fog heaved with the soun…

Fifty sail in the harbor, When the white-caps swagger free— A fishing-smack in the “Narrows,” And a hundred more at sea. And the spoil of the East and the…

Never again shall we beat out to s… In rain and mist and sleet like bi… And watch the harbour beacons fade… And people all the sea-room with o… Our toil is done. No more, no mo…

The bell is gone from the pitching… The warning voice is gone from the… With its sudden clangour and shaki… Stand wide! Stand clear! ’Ware ro… Death lurks here!