Page:Flower of youth, poems in war time, Tynan, 1915.djvu/65

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THE OPEN ROAD

THE OPEN ROAD

The roads of the Sea
Are thronged with merchantmen;
East and West, North and South
They go and come again.


All precious merchandise
They bear in their hold:
Lest the people be starving
In the night and cold.


Now tell me, good merchants,
How this thing can be
That the white ships are thronging
The roads of the sea?


For there's death in the skies
And there's death on the earth;
And men talked of famine
And a frozen hearth.