David Morton

(1886-1957 / United States)

Mariners

Men who have loved the ships they took to sea,
Loved the tall masts, the prows that creamed with foam,
Have learned, deep in their hearts, how it might be
That there is yet a dearer thing than home.
The decks they walk, the rigging in the stars,
The clean boards counted in the watch they keep,-
These, and the sunlight on the slippery spars,
Will haunt them ever, waking and asleep.

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