Poem by Rudyard Kipling

Tin Fish

           1914-18

         Sea Warfare

The ships destroy us above
  And ensnare us beneath.
We arise, we lie down, and we
  In the belly of Death.

The ships have a thousand eyes
  To mark where we come...
But the mirth of a seaport dies
  When our blow gets home.

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2. A Legend of Devonshire
3. Rosicrucian Subtleties
4. An Auto-da-fé
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