I follow them and disembark,
And moor my boat beyond the Dark.
DEPRECATION.
While mending nets I made the songs I knew,
Hummed them for sake of humming, not for singing;
But as I crooned, the bell-buoy crooned them too,
The blacksmith had them on his anvil ringing,
And the gulls carried them on clearcut winging....
Yet, if their ragged form the world regrets,
Do you explain.... “But, she was mending nets!”