I met my mates in the morning (I’ll never meet them more!);

They came and went in legions that darkened all the shore.

And through the foam-flecked offing as far as voice could reach

We hailed the landing-parties and we sang them up the beach.

The beaches of Lukannon⁠—the winter-wheat so tall⁠—

The dripping, crinkled lichens, and the sea-fog drenching all!