Or whether fogs arise and far and wide
The low sea-level drown - each finds a tongue
And all night long the tolling bell resounds:
So shine, so toll, till night be overpast,
Till the stars vanish, till the sun return,
And in the haven rides the fleet secure.

In the first hour, the seaman in his skiff
Moves through the unmoving bay, to where the town
Its earliest smoke into the air upbreathes
And the rough hazels climb along the beach.
To the tugg'd oar the distant echo speaks.
The ship lies resting, where by reef and roost
Thou and thy lights have led her like a child.

This hast thou done, and I - can I be base?
I must arise, O father, and to port
Some lost, complaining seaman pilot home.


XXIX - IN THE STATES


With half a heart I wander here
As from an age gone by
A brother - yet though young in years.
An elder brother, I.

You speak another tongue than mine,