A light! A light! A light! A light!
The words leapt like a leaping sword:
“Sail on! sail on! sail on! and on!”
Is the torrent in spate? He must ford or swim.
Has the rain wrecked the road? He must climb by the cliff.
Does the tempest cry “halt”? What are tempests to him?
The Service admits not a “but” or an “if.”
While the breath’s in his mouth, he must bear without fail,