694 RUDYARD KIPLING'S VERSE
Awkward water to sweep. "Mines reported in the fairway, "Warn all traffic and detain.
'"Sent up Unity, Claribel, Assyrian, Stormcock, and Golden Gain"
Noon off the Foreland the first ebb making
Lumpy and strong in the bight. Boom after boom, and the golf-hut shaking
And the jackdaws wild with fright!
"Mines located in the fairway,
"Boats now working up thje chain,
"Sweepers Unify, Claribel Assyrian, Stormcock, and Golden Gain"
Dusk off the Foreland the last light going
And the traffic crowding through, And five damned trawlers with their syreens blowing
Heading the whole review!
"Sweep completed in the fairway.
"No more mines remain.
" 'Sent back Unity, Claribel, Assyrian, Stormcock, and Golden Gain"
MORNING SONG IN THE JUNGLE
moment past our bodies cast No shadow on the plain; Now clear and black they stride our track,
And we run home again. In morning hush, each rock and bush
Stands hard, and high, and raw: Then give the Call: "Good rest to all That keep the Jungle Law !"
