TWO RONDELS.
I.
When on the mid sea of the night,
I waken at thy call, O Lord.
The first that troop my bark aboard
Are darksome imps that hate the light,
Whose tongues are arrows, eyes a blight—
Of wraths and cares a pirate horde—
Though on the mid sea of the night
It was thy call that waked me, Lord.
Then I must to my arms and fight—
Catch up my shield and two-edged sword,
The words of him who is thy word:
Nor cease till they are put to flight:—
Then in the mid sea of the night
I turn and listen for thee, Lord.