Poems by Harry Kemp
Going Down In Ships
... Oh, it's bend the sails on the black cross-yards ...
Kansas
... Let other countries glory in their past, ...
The Fog
... The fog fell: lamps were filled and lit ...
Fo'c'sle Comradeship
... . . Blood-brothers we become, but not in peace, - ...
A Wheat-Field Fantasy
... And the waves gave place to the wheatlands ...
Ship's Glamour
... Last night there walked a wind, and, through chink, ...
The Remedy
... When you've drunk the lees of failure, when you've fought and never won, ...
