Rudyard Kipling,
McClure's Magazine
(1897)
“ The lanterns gather and grow, And I look for the homeward fleet. Rattle of block and sheet— Ready about! Stand by! Shall I ask them a fee that they fetch the quay? (Shoal! 'Ware shoal!) Not I. I swoop and I surge and I swing, In the rip of the racing tide ”
