"Empty the winds that can the clouds dispel,

Diabolic,
Like a devil with the colic . . .
Topping! ripping!

O the smashing and O the crashing, O the hashing and slashing and
snipping
My goods! . . . If I could give you a thrashing, send you home with a
good sound whipping,
Bestial brood of a brutal mood, when the devil and I lay kissing and
clipping . . .
Now curtseying, dipping,
Sweating and dripping,
Heel-and-toeing, to-and-froing, winking, blinking, bibbing and sipping
. . .
How you frolic alcoholic,
How you rollick,
Me, a wretched melancholic,
Shaming, stripping!

IX.

This was the song that, like a distant bell
Exceeding light and thin,
Came at the dawning after nights of hell
From far away within;
Maybe from that unsearchable dark cell
It did begin
Where that old man, whose name I cannot tell,
Doth sit and spin.

And silence after din,
Water has virtue heats of wine to quell,
Fatigue gives pause to sin,
And rest seemed good to Adam when he fell,
As to his kin;
O well it is for me, O well, O well
This way to win."

X.

Yesterday, looking through my window-bars, The whole sad sea was changed resplendently By one great ship that sailed with raking spars Into the sunshine; and her masts were three, Red, splendid banners in the wind flew free, Her blown white sails were thick with tempest-scars, Twelve blazoned shields along her sides had she, And round about her prow, the name of the Trinity.

By night she lit her lanterns from the stars And on her decks held mighty jubilee With wine poured out from strange Assyrian jars And wheaten bread for all her company. "O sirs," I cried, "whither with such good glee Sail ye for merchandise or mighty wars?" The Captain said: "Come down, take ship with me." . . . Then with this song we weighed and sailed across the sea.