A Fragment

.....And some came down in a great windUnder grey scurrying skiesTo where the long wave-beaten shoreFor ever shrieks and cries.

O, fling aside your toil, your care,When one cries of the sea,And the great waves that foam and toss,And the white clouds that flee:Let us forget our weariness,Forget that we have sinned,So we but sail, what matters itIf Death ride on the wind?

Storm from the sky, storm from the seaBeat on them as they stood,And a great longing sprang in themTo cross the roaring flood. . . .