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?–

THUNDER of riotous hoofs over t… Clash of reeking squadrons, steel-… The White Maid, and the white hor… Black hearts riding for money; red… The maid who rides for France and…

The Sea, my mistress, called to m… When the streets of the town were… And life was weary of waiting and… I rose and went to her arms before… Queen Sea, how fare your lovers?-…

Out from the rottin’ barnacles and… Out from the rusty ringbolts adown… Out from the roadstead green and t… Let me go! - it’s all I ask of Yo… Out and away, out and through

Skipper’s watch and mate’s watch: Day and night and day We’ve reefed and squared and steer… All up from Carlisle Bay, With humming trades above us

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…

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!

Beyond the surf and the reef, Beyond the gloom and the gleam, Beyond the purple veils Where lost sailors dream, The Wind of the Night awakes

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,

Some day I’ll come to that still… And bid the old man smooth my bed. No hurry of departure then, No waking when the dawn is red. The same kind trees will sing to m…

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…

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