IMPERTURBABLE

Three times the fog rolled in today, a silent shroud, From which the breakers ran like ghosts, moaning and tumbling. Three times a startled sea-bird cried aloud, On the wind stumbling.

But I cast my net with never a fear, tho wraiths in me And birds of wild unrest were stirring and starting and crying. For I knew that under the sway of every sea There is calm lying.