Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. Excerpt from book: Section 3From hazy hamlets, one by one, Beyond the island-bars, The casements in the setting sun Flash back in violet stars. A brig is straining out for sea, To Norway or to France she goes, And all her happy flags are free, Her sails are flushed with rose. Duncan Campbell Scott TO SEA To sea, to sea ! The calm is o'er ; The wanton water leaps in sport, And rattles down the pebbly shore; The dolphin wheels, the sea-cows snort, And unseen mermaids pearly song Comes bubbling up the weeds among. Fling broad the sail, dip deep the oar: To sea, to sea! The calm is o'er. To sea, to sea! Our white-wing'd bark Shall billowing cleave its wat'ry way, And with its shadow, fleet and dark, Break the caved Triton's azure day, Like mountain eagle soaring light O'er antelopes on Alpine height. The anchor heaves, the ship swings free, Our sails swell full: to sea, to sea! T. L. Beddoes ROWER'S CHANT Row till the land dip 'neath The sea from view. Row till a land peep up, A home for you. Row till the mast sing songs Welcome and sweet. Row till the waves outstripped, Give up dead beat. Row till the sea-nymphs rise To ask you why Rowing you tarry not To hear them sigh. Row till the stars grow bright Like certain eyes. ... Row till the noon be high As hopes you prize. textit{f * Row till you harbour in All longing's port. Row till you find all things For which you sought. T. Sturoe Moore JOHN WINTER What ails John Winter, that so oft Silent he sits apart ? The neighbours cast their looks on him ; But deep he hides his heart. In Deptford streets the houses small Huddle forlorn together. Whether the wind blow or be still, 'Tis soiled and sorry weather. But over these dim roofs arise Tall masts of ocean ships. Whenever...