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172  North where the bergs careen, The spray of seas unseen Smokes round my head and freezes in the falling. South where the corals breed, The footless, floating weed Folds me and fouls me, strake on strake upcrawling.

I that was clean to run My race against the sun— Strength on the deep—am bawd to all disaster; Whipped forth by night to meet My sister’s careless feet, And with a kiss betray her to my master.

Man made me, and my will Is to my maker still— To him and his, our peoples at their pier: Lifting in hope to spy Trailed smoke along the sky, Falling afraid lest any keel come near! 

The Merchantmen
 1893 drew merchantmen, Because of his desire For peacocks, apes, and ivory, From Tarshish unto Tyre, With cedars out of Lebanon Which Hiram rafted down, But we be only sailormen That use in London town. 