Master, you were proud to see me strain,
Matching all my might as nature taught me
With the loaded burden of the wain.
When I drew the harvest waggon single—
'Good lad!'—how I turned my head to see!
Chain and hames and brasses all a-jingle,
Long ago—do you remember me?"
Pitiless surge and driving hail,
A ship a-roll in a dazing roar,
A shoulder split on an iron rail,