<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=511102" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Second Voyage</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">1903</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>We've sent our little Cupids all ashore --<br>They were frightened, they were tired, they were cold:<br>Our sails of silk and purple go to store,<br>And we've cut away our mast of beaten gold<br>(Foul weather!)<br>Oh 'tis hemp and singing pine for to stand against the brine,<br>But Love he is our master as of old!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sea has shorn our galleries away,<br>The salt has soiled our gilding past remede;<br>Our paint is flaked and blistered by the spray,<br>Our sides are half a fathom furred in weed<br>(Foul weather!)<br>And the Doves of Venus fled and the petrels came instead,<br>But Love he was our master at our need!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Was Youth would keep no vigil at the bow,<br>'Was Pleasure at the helm too drunk to steer --<br>We've shipped three able quartermasters now.<br>Men call them Custom, Reverence, and Fear<br>(Foul weather!)<br>They are old and scarred and plain, but we'll run no risk again<br>From any Port o' Paphos mutineer!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We seek no more the tempest for delight,<br>We skirt no more the indraught and the shoal --<br>We ask no more of any day or night<br>Than to come with least adventure to our goal<br>(Foul weather!)<br>What we find we needs must brook, but we do not go to look,<br>Nor tempt the Lord our God that saved us whole.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet, caring so, not overmuch we care<br>To brace and trim for every foolish blast,<br>If the squall be pleased to seep us unaware,<br>He may bellow off to leeward like the last<br>(Foul weather!)<br>We will blame it on the deep (for the watch must have their sleep),<br>And Love can come and wake us when 'tis past.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh launch them down with music from the beach,<br>Oh warp them out with garlands from the quays --<br>Most resolute -- a damsel unto each --<br>New prows that seek the old Hesperides!<br>(Foul weather!)<br>Though we know their voyage is vain, yet we see our path again<br>In the saffroned bridesails scenting all the seas!<br>(Foul weather!)</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> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=511102" data-title="The Second Voyage de Rudyard Kipling" data-description="1903 We've sent our little Cupids all ashore -- They were frightened, they were tired, they were cold: Our sails of silk and purple go to store, And we've cut away our mast of beaten gold (Foul weather!) Oh 'tis hemp and singing pine for to stan..."></div> </div> </div>

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