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 Thou knowest the way to tame the wildest life,

Thou knowest the way to bend the great and proud:

I think of that Armada whose puffed sails,

Greedy and large, came swallowing every cloud.

But I have seen the sea-boy, young and drowned,

Lying on shore and by thy cruel hand,

A seaweed beard was on his tender chin,

His heaven-blue eyes were filled with common sand.

And yet, for all, I yearn for thee again,

To sail once more upon thy fickle flood:

I'll hear thy waves wash under my death-bed,

Thy salt is lodged forever in my blood.