Page:Departmental Ditties and Ballads and Barrack-Room Ballads, Kipling, 1899.djvu/162

148 Earth that waited for the wreckage watched the galley struggle through.

Burning noon or choking midnight, Sickness, Sorrow, Parting, Death?

Nay, our very babes would mock you had they time for idle breath.

But to-day I leave the galley and another takes my place;

There's my name upon the deck-beam—let it stand a little space.

I am free—to watch my messmates beating out to open main,

Free of all that Life can offer—save to handle sweep again.

By the brand upon my shoulder, by the gall of clinging steel,

By the welt the whips have left me, by the scars that never heal;

By eyes grown old with staring through the sun-wash on the brine,

I am paid in full for service—would that service still were mine!