William Henry Davies

“ Thou knowest the way to tame the wildest life,
⁠Thou knowest the way to bend the great and proud:
I think of that Armada whose puffed sails,
⁠Greedy and large, came swallowing every cloud.
But I have seen the sea-boy, young and drowned,
⁠Lying on shore and by thy cruel hand,
A seaweed beard was on his tender chin,
⁠His heaven-blue eyes were filled with common sand.
And yet, for all, I yearn for thee again,
⁠To sail once more upon thy fickle flood:
I'll hear thy waves wash under my death-bed,
⁠Thy salt is lodged forever in my blood. ”