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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!