FOUR SONGS OF FOUR SEASONS.
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When monks affrighted
To windward sighted
The birds full‑flighted
Of swift sea‑kings;
So earth turns paler
When Storm the sailor
Steers in with a roar in the race of his wings.
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Whose cheek turns paler
For wind or hail or
For fear of thee?
O far sea‑farer,
O thunder‑bearer,
Thy songs are rarer
Than soft songs be.
O fleet‑foot stranger,
O north‑sea ranger
Through days of danger
And ways of fear,