<h2>AT ANCHOR.</h2>
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Sights of sail are caught on the edge—</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Black coasters waiting the flood;</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Nest of spars that stroke like the sedge</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Long rivers of sunset blood.</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Gleam of lamps low down in the west,</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Gulls crying over the bar,</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Sea as still as a child at breast,</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Moon following up a star.</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">That is to-night—and our own to twist</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Round memory's finger and hold,</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">As guerdon for those we've lost or missed</span><br/>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[Pg 40]</SPAN></span></p>
<span style="margin-left: 3em;">While fretting and fighting for gold.</span><br/>
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