Chapter 12

by Rudyard Kipling

  Who hath desired his[the] Sea—the sight of salt-water unbounded?

  The heave and the halt and the hurl and the crash of the comber wind-hounded?

  The sleek-barreled swell before storm—gray, foamless, enormous, and growing?

  Stark calm on the top[lap] of the Line—or the crazy-eyed hurricane blowing?

  His Sea in no showing the same—his Sea and the same neath all showing——

  His Sea that his being fulfils?

  So and no otherwise—so and no otherwise Hill-men desire their Hills.”


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