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III

THE SWINGING, SMOKING SEAS

Our brows are bound with spindrift and the weed is on our knees;
Our loins are battered 'neath us by the swinging, smoking seas.


IV

ON THE LINELESS, LEVEL FLOORS

Through the endless summer evenings, on the lineless, level floors.


V

THE COASTWISE LIGHTS OF ENGLAND

Come up, come in from Eastward, from the guardports of the Morn!
Beat up, beat in from Southerly, O gipsies of the Horn!
Swift shuttles of an Empire's loom that weave us, main to main,
The Coastwise Lights of England give you welcome back again!