Who goes to sea   knows heart’s care.
Groves blossom   burghs grow fair
meadows beautiful.   World quickens.
All things urge   spirit to embark
fare far   by flood-ways
though melancholy call   of summer’s lord
the cuckoo bode   bitter heart-sorrow.

– Andrew McNeillie. excerpt from In the Wake of ‘The Seafarer’

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