Of uniforms and guns.
The Beagle plunged
Westward, upon the road that Drake had sailed;
But this new voyager, on a longer quest,
Sailed on a stranger sea; and, though I heard
His ringing laugh, he seemed to live apart
In his own mind, from all who moved around him.
I saw him while the Beagle basked at anchor
Under West Indian palms. He lounged there, tanned
With sun; tall, lankier in his cool white drill;