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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=511044" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Merchantmen</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">King Solomon drew merchantmen,<br> Because of his desire<br>For peacocks, apes, and ivory,<br> From Tarshish unto Tyre:<br>With cedars out of Lebanon<br> Which Hiram rafted down,<br>But we be only sailormen<br> That use in London Town.<br> <br> Coastwise -- cross-seas -- round the world and back again --<br> Where the flaw shall head us or the full Trade suits --<br> Plain-sail -- storm-sail -- lay your board and tack again --<br> And that's the way we'll pay Paddy Doyle for his boots!<br> <br>We bring no store of ingots,<br> Of spice or precious stones,<br>But that we have we gathered<br> With sweat and aching bones:<br>In flame beneath the tropics,<br> In frost upon the floe,<br>And jeopardy of every wind<br> That does between them go.<br> <br>And some we got by purchase,<br> And some we had by trade,<br>And some we found by courtesy<br> Of pike and carronade --<br>At midnight, 'mid-sea meetings,<br> For charity to keep,<br>And light the rolling homeward-bound<br> That rode a foot too deep.<br> <br>By sport of bitter weather<br> We're walty, strained, and scarred<br>From the kentledge on the kelson<br> To the slings upon the yard.<br>Six oceans had their will of us<br> To carry all away --<br>Our galley's in the Baltic,<br> And our boom's in Mossel Bay!<br> <br>We've floundered off the Texel,<br> Awash with sodden deals,<br>We've slipped from Valparaiso<br> With the Norther at our heels:<br>We've ratched beyond the Crossets<br> That tusk the Southern Pole,<br>And dipped our gunnels under<br> To the dread Agulhas roll.<br> <br>Beyond all outer charting<br> We sailed where none have sailed,<br>And saw the land-lights burning<br> On islands none have hailed;<br>Our hair stood up for wonder,<br> But, when the night was done,<br>There danced the deep to windward<br> Blue-empty 'neath the sun!<br> <br>Strange consorts rode beside us<br> And brought us evil luck;<br>The witch-fire climbed our channels,<br> And flared on vane and truck:<br>Till, through the red tornado,<br> That lashed us nigh to blind,<br>We saw The Dutchman plunging,<br> Full canvas, head to wind!<br> <br>We've heard the Midnight Leadsman<br> That calls the black deep down --<br>Ay, thrice we've heard The Swimmer,<br> The Thing that may not drown.<br>On frozen bunt and gasket<br> The sleet-cloud drave her hosts,<br>When, manned by more than signed with us,<br> We passed the Isle o' Ghosts!<br> <br>And north, amid the hummocks,<br> A biscuit-toss below,<br>We met the silent shallop<br> That frighted whalers know;<br>For, down a cruel ice-lane,<br> That opened as he sped,<br>We saw dead Henry Hudson<br> Steer, North by West, his dead.<br> <br>So dealt God's waters with us<br> Beneath the roaring skies,<br>So walked His signs and marvels<br> All naked to our eyes:<br>But we were heading homeward<br> With trade to lose or make --<br>Good Lord, they slipped behind us<br> In the tailing of our wake!<br> <br>Let go, let go the anchors;<br> Now shamed at heart are we<br>To bring so poor a cargo home<br> That had for gift the sea!<br>Let go the great bow-anchors --<br> Ah, fools were we and blind --<br>The worst we stored with utter toil,<br> The best we left behind!<br> <br> Coastwise -- cross-seas -- round the world and back again,<br> Whither flaw shall fail us or the Trades drive down:<br> Plain-sail -- storm-sail -- lay your board and tack again --<br> And all to bring a cargo up to London Town!</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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 Because of his desire
For peacocks, apes, and ivory,
 From Tarshish unto Tyre:
With cedars out of Lebanon
 Which Hiram rafted down,
But we be only sailormen
 That use in London Town.
 
 Coastwise -- cross-seas -- ro..."></div>
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