All that hold the countersign,
Listen in the North Sea—news for you to-day."
All across the waters, at the paling of the morn,
The wireless whispered softly ere the summer day was born—
"Be you near or ranging far,
By the Varne or Weser bar,
The Fleet is out and steaming to the Eastward and the dawn."
Far and away to the North and West, in the dancing glare of the sunlit ocean,
Just a haze, a shimmer of smoke-cloud, grew and broadened many a mile;
Low and long and faint and spreading, banner and van of a world in motion,