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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=510919" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Bell Buoy</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">They christened my brother of old--<br>And a saintly name he bears--<br>They gave him his place to hold<br>At the head of the belfry-stairs,<br>Where the minister-towers stand<br>And the breeding kestrels cry.<br>Would I change with my brother a league inland?<br>(Shoal! 'Ware shoal!) Not I!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the flush of the hot June prime,<br>O'er sleek flood-tides afire,<br>I hear him hurry the chime<br>To the bidding of checked Desire;<br>Till the sweated ringers tire<br>And the wild bob-majors die.<br>Could I wait for my turn in the godly choir?<br>(Shoal! 'Ware shoal!) Not I!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the smoking scud is blown--<br>When the greasy wind-rack lowers--<br>Apart and at peace and alone,<br>He counts the changeless hours.<br>He wars with darkling Powers<br>(I war with a darkling sea);<br>Would he stoop to my work in the gusty mirk?<br>(Shoal! 'Ware shoal!) Not he!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was never a priest to pray<br>There was never a hand to toll,<br>When they made me guard of the bay,<br>And moored me over the shoal.<br>I rock, I reel, and I roll--<br>My four great hammers ply--<br>Could I speak or be still at the Church's will?<br>(Shoal! 'Ware shoal!) Not I!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The landward marks have failed,<br>The fog-bank glides unguessed,<br>The seaward lights are veiled,<br>The spent deep feigns her rest:<br>But my ear is laid to her breast,<br>I lift to the swell--I cry!<br>Could I wait in sloth on the Church's oath?<br>(Shoal! 'Ware shoal!) Not I!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At the careless end of night<br>I thrill to the nearing screw;<br>I turn in the clearing light<br>And I call to the drowsy crew;<br>And the mud boils foul and blue<br>As the blind bow backs away.<br>Will they give me their thanks if they clear the banks?<br>(Shoal! 'Ware shoal!) Not they!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The beach-pools cake and skim,<br>The bursting spray-heads freeze,<br>I gather on crown and rim <br>The grey, grained ice of the seas,<br>Where, sheathed from bitt to trees,<br>The plunging colliers lie.<br>Would I barter my place for the Church's grace?<br>(Shoal! 'Ware shoal!) Not I!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Through the blur of the whirling snow, <br>Or the black of the inky sleet, <br>The lanterns gather and grow,<br>And I look for the homeward fleet.<br>Rattle of block and sheet--<br>&quot;Ready about-stand by!&quot;<br>Shall I ask them a fee ere they fetch the quay?<br>(Shoal! 'Ware shoal!) Not I!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I dip and I surge and I swing<br>In the rip of the racing tide,<br>By the gates of doom I sing,<br>On the horns of death I ride.<br>A ship-length overside,<br>Between the course and the sand,<br>Fretted and bound I bide<br>Peril whereof I cry.<br>Would I change with my brother a league inland?<br>(Shoal! 'Ware shoal!) Not I!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rudyard+Kipling">Rudyard Kipling</a><div class=q>
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And a saintly name he bears--
They gave him his place to hold
At the head of the belfry-stairs,
Where the minister-towers stand
And the breeding kestrels cry.
Would I change with my brother a league inland?
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