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At Sea.
Are all—the heart-throbs and the busy minds
Are gone, and wordless comes the wind, the light
No longer sees itself in human eyes,
Nor watch of man is set upon this world.
Are gone, and wordless comes the wind, the light
No longer sees itself in human eyes,
Nor watch of man is set upon this world.
Nevertheless, it lives, and has its being.
The wind blows on, the sky presides, the sea
Her ageless journeying round the earth pursues,
And onward all the untrodden currents flow.
Man come or gone, ’tis equal. Nature still
Remains, and still the stable elements
Fill their inherent office. Sweet with salt
The free air wanders o’er the wandering waves,
Bright shines the sun upon the shipless sea.
The wind blows on, the sky presides, the sea
Her ageless journeying round the earth pursues,
And onward all the untrodden currents flow.
Man come or gone, ’tis equal. Nature still
Remains, and still the stable elements
Fill their inherent office. Sweet with salt
The free air wanders o’er the wandering waves,
Bright shines the sun upon the shipless sea.
XLIX.
At Sea.
When the Southern gale is blowing hard,
The watch are all on the topsail yard.
The watch are all on the topsail yard.
And when five come down where six went up,
There’s one less to share the bite and sup.
There’s one less to share the bite and sup.
A name is missed when the roll they call;
A hand the less for the mainsail haul.
A hand the less for the mainsail haul.
They steal his rags and his bag and bed;
Little it matters to him who’s dead.
Little it matters to him who’s dead.
Instead of the stone and carven verse,
This is his epitaph, curt and terse:
This is his epitaph, curt and terse: