To a gentle, yellow pirate that I know—
To my little wailing lemurs, to my palms and flying-foxes,
For the Red Gods call me out and I must go!
He must go—go—go away from here!
On the other side the world he’s overdue!
‘Send the road is clear before you when the Springfret comes o’er you,
And the Red Gods call for you!
—Kipling.
Who hath desired the Sea?—the sight of salt water unbounded—