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III
THE SWINGING, SMOKING SEAS
Our brows are bound with spindrift and the weed is on
our knees;
Our loins are battered 'neath us by the swinging, smoking seas.
IV
ON THE LINELESS, LEVEL FLOORS
Through the endless summer evenings, on the lineless, level floors.
V
THE COASTWISE LIGHTS OF ENGLAND
Come up, come in from Eastward, from the guardports of the Morn!
Beat up, beat in from Southerly, O gipsies of the Horn!
Swift shuttles of an Empire's loom that weave us, main to main,
The Coastwise Lights of England give you welcome back again!
