THE SHIP AT NIGHT.

Star (Christchurch), Issue 19842, 10 January 1920, Page 6

THE SHIP AT NIGHT.

H ° UghT' 1 111)0:1 W8 01111 &nd watched 1116 Sliding and fading to a steady roll, tins he would aomo day paint, the'ship at night ... The space below the bunks as black as coal, Gleams upon chests upon the unlit lamp, me ranging door-hook, and the looker clamp. This he would paint, and that, and all those scenes, And proud ships carrying on, and men their minds, And blues of rollers toppling into greens. And shattering, into white that bursts anci blinds, And scattering chins running erect like hinds, And men in oilskins beating down a sail High on the yellow yard, in snow, in bail, With faces ducked down from tho slanting drive Of half-thawed hail mixed with half-frozon spray. The roaring canvas, like a king alive Shaking the mast, knocking their hands away, Tho foot-ropes jerking fo tho tug and sway. ... lAnd sunnier scenes would grow under his brush, The tropic dawn with all things dropping dew, Tho darkness and tho wonder and tho hush, Tho insensate grey before the marvel grow; Then the veil lifted from tho trembling blue, The walls of sky burst in, tho flower, the rose, All tho expanse of heaven a mind that glows. . . . Outsido was the ship’s rush to the wind’s hurry, A resonant wiro-hum from every rope. The broadening bow-wash in a fiery flurry, The leif'ir.g masts in their majestic slope, And all things strange with moonlight. —JOHX MASEFIELD.

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