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The Wet Litany. Rudyard Kipling

When the waters′ countenance
Blurs ′twixt glance and second glance;
When our tattered smokes forerun
Ashen ′neath a silvered sun;
When the curtain of the haze
Shuts upon our helpless ways,
Hear the Channel Fleet at sea:
Libera nos Domine!

When the engines′ bated pulse
Scarcely thrills the nosing hulls;
When the wash along the side
Sounds, a-sudden, magnified;
When the intolerable blast
Marks each blindfold minute passed;

When the fog-buoy′s squattering flight
Guides us ′through the haggard night;
When the warning bugle blows;
When the lettered doorway′s close;
When our brittle townships press,
Impotent, on emptiness;

When the unseen leadsmen lean
Questioning a deep unseen;
When their lessened count they tell
To a bridge invisible;
When the hid and perilous
Cliffs return our cry to us;

When the treble thickness spread
Swallows up our next-ahead;
When her sirens frightened whine 
Shows her sheering out of line;
When, her passage undiscerned,
We must turn where she has turned,
Hear the Channel Fleet at sea:
Libera nos Domine!

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