Embarcation
Here, where Vespasian’s legions struck the sands,And Cerdic with his Saxons entered in,And Henry’s army leapt afloat to winConvincing triumphs over neighbour lands,
Vaster battalions press for further strands,To argue in the self-same bloody modeWhich this late age of thought, and pact, and code,Still fails to mend.—Now deckward tramp the bands,Yellow as autumn leaves, alive as spring;And as each host draws out upon the seaBeyond which lies the tragical To-be,None dubious of the cause, none murmuring,
Wives, sisters, parents, wave white hands and smile,As if they knew not that they weep the while.
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