<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=511151" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Wet Litany</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the waters' countenance<br>Blurs 'twixt glance and second glance;<br>When our tattered smokes forerun<br>Ashen 'neath a silvered sun;<br>When the curtain of the haze<br>Shuts upon our helpless ways--<br> Hear the Channel Fleet at sea:<br> Libera nos Domine!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the engines' bated pulse<br>Scarcely thrills the nosing hulls;<br>When the wash along the side<br>Sounds, a-sudden, magnified;<br>When the intolerable blast<br>Marks each blindfold minute passed;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the fog-buoy's squattering flight<br>Guides us 'through the haggard night;<br>When the warning bugle blows;<br>When the lettered doorway's close;<br>When our brittle townships press,<br>Impotent, on emptiness;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the unseen leadsmen lean<br>Questioning a deep unseen;<br>When their lessened count they tell<br>To a bridge invisible;<br>When the hid and perilous<br>Cliffs return our cry to us;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the treble thickness spread<br>Swallows up our next-ahead;<br>When her sirens frightened whine <br>Shows her sheering out of line;<br>When--her passage undiscerned--<br>We must turn where she has turned,<br>Hear the Channel Fleet at sea:<br>Libera nos Domine!</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=511151" data-title="The Wet Litany de Rudyard Kipling" data-description="When the waters' countenance Blurs 'twixt glance and second glance; When our tattered smokes forerun Ashen 'neath a silvered sun; When the curtain of the haze Shuts upon our helpless ways-- Hear the Channel Fleet at sea: Libera nos Domine! When..."></div> </div> </div>

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