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162 And when we have wakened the lust of a foe, To draw him by flight toward our bullies we go, Till, 'ware of strange smoke stealing nearer, he flies Or our bullies close in for to make him good prize.

So, when we have spied on the path of their host, One flieth to carry that word to the coast; And, lest by false doublings they turn and go free, One lieth behind them to follow and see.

Anon we return, being gathered again, Across the sad valleys all drabbled with rain— Across the grey ridges all crisped and curled— To join the long dance round the curve of the world.

The bitter salt spindrift, the sun-glare likewise, The moon-track a-tremble, bewilders our eyes, Where, linking and lifting, our sisters we hail 'Twixt wrench of cross-surges or plunge of head-gale.

As maidens awaiting the bride to come forth Make play with light jestings and wit of no worth, So, widdershins circling the bride-bed of death, Each fleereth her neighbour and signeth and saith:—

"What see ye? Their signals, or levin afar? "What hear ye? God's thunder, or guns of our war? "What mark ye? Their smoke, or the cloud-rack outblown? "What chase ye? Their lights, or the Daystar low down?"

So, times past all number deceived by false shows, Deceiving we cumber the road of our foes, For this is our virtue: to track and betray; Preparing great battles a sea's width away.

Now peace is at end and our peoples take heart, For the laws are clean gone that restrained our art; Up and down the near headlands and against the far wind We are loosed (O be swift!) to the work of our kind!