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 Like weeds uplifted, The tree‑trunks rifted In spars are drifted, Like foam or sand, Past swamp and sallow And reed‑beds callow, Through pool and shallow, To wind and lee, Till, no more tongue‑tied, Full flood and young tide Roar down the rapids and storm the sea.

As men's cheeks faded On shores invaded, When shorewards waded The lords of fight; When churl and craven Saw hard on haven The wide‑winged raven At mainmast height