The Pleasant Sea
I do not long for the civilised government buildings, And the tram-carred palm-treed streets of some sunlit Spanish
republic—
Even I do not wish to voyage to orderly isles, Loyally flying St. George in the faraway seas.
My craft are tall and stricken Temeraires, Many-gunned Belleraphons with huge and gorgeous sails,
Old warboats gently towed from far-off sunsets.
Bay-windowed hotels forlornly line my shores, By all the pielis old paddle-boats rest smokeless, And full is the seat beneath my "Duke of Clarence ".inn-sign, Where in the evening the sharp eye sees arising Peaceful smoke from the pipe-bowls of peak-capped seamen.
And to calm lost captains and admirals out in the night, I shine a harbour-light across my sea —Under a dark still sky and pleasantly sparkling stars.
One of the poems from " Disorderly Poems " by E. P. B. Linstead, From any bookshop 5s. net. (Post free 5s. 3d.)
Published by Gerald Duckworth, 3, Henrietta Street, London, W.C.2.
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