<h2>WARNING.</h2>
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">When the old moon hangs to the cloud's gray tail</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 3em;">And the stars play in and out;</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">When the East grows red and the West looks pale</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 3em;">And the wind goes knocking about;</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">When over the edge of the shapeless coast,</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Where the horizon bites the cloud,</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">The rack of the rain stalks in like a ghost</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 3em;">And a sail blows through its shroud—</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">When the morn is such, of the noon beware!</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 3em;">For this calm's a stormy feint:</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">A reef in the sail is better than prayer,</span><br/>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[Pg 111]</SPAN></span></p>
<span style="margin-left: 3em;">For a snug ship needs no saint.</span><br/>
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