Is it not then the ocean, the storm of the ocean?
Divil a bit!
Return, return then O soldiers,
Return, you that have been discharged with pensions, as time-expired men, or as incorrigible and worthless,
Return, for it is the dawn, and it is calling to you as it comes up from China,
Though why from China do you ask me?
Then ask me another!
A BALLAD OF BUTTONRY
Clothes and the Man I sing. Reformers, note
These of the Subaltern who owned a Coat.
He was what veterans miscall, for short,
By that objectionable term, a wart:[2]
The Coat an item of the 'sealed' attire
Wrung from his helpless but reluctant sire;
Also the tails were long; and, for the pride
Thereof, were buttons on the after-side;