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A quay with vessels moored	A
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Thomas	B
To India Yea here I may take ship	C
From here the courses go over the seas	D
Along which the intent prows wonderfully	E
Nose like lean hounds and tack their journeys out	F
Making for harbours as some sleuth was laid	G
For them to follow on their shifting road	H
Again I front my appointed ministry	E
But why the Indian lot to me Why mine	I
Such fearful gospelling For the Lord knew	J
What a frail soul He gave me and a heart	K
Lame and unlikely for the large events	L
And this is worse than Baghdad though that was	M
A fearful brink of travel But if the lots	N
That gave to me the Indian duty were	O
Shuffled by the unseen skill of Heaven surely	E
That fear of mine in Baghdad was the same	P
Marvellous Hand working again to guard	Q
The landward gate of India from me There	R
I stood waiting in the weak early dawn	S
To start my journey the great caravan's	N
Strange cattle with their snoring breaths made steam	T
Upon the air and as I thought sadly	E
The beasts at market booths and awnings gay	U
Of shops the city's comfortable trade	G
Lookt and then into months of plodding lookt	G
And swiftly on my brain there came a wind	G
Of vision and I saw the road mapt out	G
Along the desert with a chalk of bones	N
I saw a famine and the Afghan greed	G
Waiting for us spears at our throats all we	E
Made women by our hunger and I saw	N
Gigantic thirst grieving our mouths with dust	G
Scattering up against our breathing salt	G
Of blown dried dung till the taste eat like fires	N
Of a wild vinegar into our sheath d marrows	N
And a sudden decay thicken'd all our bloods	N
As rotten leaves in fall will baulk a stream	T
Then my kill'd life the muncht food of jackals	N
The wind of vision died in my brain and lo	V
The jangling of the caravan's long gait	G
Was small as the luting of a breeze in grass	N
Upon my ears Into the waiting thirst	G
Camels and merchants all were gone while I	W
Had been in my amazement Was this not	G
A sign God with a vision tript me lest	G
Those tall fiends that ken for my approach	X
In middle Asia Thirst and his grisly band	G
Of plagues should with their brigand fingers stop	Y
His message in my mouth Therefore I said	G
If India is the place where I must preach	Z
I am to go by ship not overland	G
And here my ship is berthed But worse far worse	N
Than Baghdad is this roadstead the brown sails	N
All the enginery of going on sea	N
The tackle and the rigging tholes and sweeps	N
The prows built to put by the waves the masts	N
Stayed for a hurricane and lo that line	I
Of gilded water there the sun has drawn	S
In a long narrow band of shining oil	A2
His light over the sea how evilly move	B2
Ripples along that golden skin the gleam	T
Works like a muscular thing like the half gorged	G
Sleepy swallowing of a serpent's neck	C2
The sea lives surely My eyes swear to it	G
And like a murderous smile that glimpses through	J
A villain's courtesy that twitching dazzle	D2
Parts the kind mood of weather to bewray	J
The feasted waters of the sea stretched out	G
In lazy gluttony expecting prey	J
How fearful is this trade of sailing Worse	N
Than all land evils is the water way	J
Before me now What cowardice Nay why	W
Trouble myself with ugly words 'Tis prudence	N
And prudence is an admirable thing	E2
Yet here's much cost these packages piled up	F2
Ivory doubless emeralds gums and silks	N
All these they trust on shipboard Ah but I	W
I who have seen God I to put myself	G2
Amid the heathen outrage of the sea	N
In a deal wood box It were plain folly	N
There is naught more precious in the world than I	W
I carry God in me to give to men	H2
And when has the sea been friendly unto man	I2
Let it but guess my errand it will call	J2
The dangers of the air to wreak upon me	N
Winds to juggle the puny boat and pinch	K2
The water into unbelievable creases	N
And shall my soul and God in my soul drown	L2
Or venture drowning But no no I am safe	M2
Smooth as believing souls over their deaths	N
And over agonies shall slide henceforth	N2
To God so shall my way be blest amid	G
The quiet crouching terrors of the sea	N
Like panthers when a fire weakens their hearts	N
Ay this huge sin of nature the salt sea	N
Shall be afraid of me and of the mind	G
Within me that with gesture speech and eyes	N
Of the Messiah flames What element	G
Dare snarl against my going what incubus dare	J
Remember to be fiendish when I light	G
My whole being with memory of Him	O2
The malice of the sea will slink from me	N
And the air be harmless as a muzzled wolf	P2
For I am a torch and the flame of me is God	G
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A Ship's Captain	Q2
You are my man my passenger	J
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Thomas I am	R2
I go to India with you	J
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Captain Well I hope so	V
There's threatening in the weather Have you a mind	G
To hug your belly to the slanted deck	C2
Like a louse on a whip top when the boat	G
Spins on an axlie in the hissing gales	N
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Thomas	N
Fear not 'Tis likely indeed that storms are now	S2
Plotting against our voyage ay no doubt	G
The very bottom of the sea prepares	N
To stand up mountainous or reach a limb	O2
Out of his night of water and huge shingles	N
That he and the waves may break our keel Fear not	G
Like those who manage horses I've a word	G
Will fasten up within their evil natures	N
The meanings of the winds and waves and reefs	N
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Captain	Q2
You have a talisman I have one too	J
I know not if the storms think much of it	G
I may be shark's meat yet And would your spell	T2
Be daunting to a cuttle think you now	S2
We had a bout with one on our way here	J

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