John Masefield (Джон Мейсфилд)

Trade Winds

In the harbour, in the island, in the Spanish Seas,
Are the tiny white houses and the orange-trees,
And day-long, night long, the cool and pleasant breeze
  Of the steady Trade Winds blowing.

There is the red wine, the nutty Spanish ale,
The shuffle of the dancers, the old salt’s tale,
The squeaking fiddle, and the soughing in the sail
  Of the steady Trade Winds blowing.

And o’ nights there’s fire-flies and the yellow moon,
And in the ghostly palm-trees the sleepy tune
Of the quiet voice calling me, the long low croon
  Of the steady Trade Winds blowing.

1. Bill
2. Burial Party
3. Fever Ship
4. A Valediction (Liverpool Docks)
5. Fever-Chills

Lincoln Colcord (Линкольн Колкорд) Trade Winds ("Northeast trade winds bore us south")

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