English poem
DIRGE FOR A SAILOR
by Clinton Scollard (1860–1932)
Beyond the bourns of time and sleep, Beyond the sway of tides, A voyager o'er death's darksome deep, His ship at anchor rides.
He who from boyhood never knew A garden save the foam, Whose only rooftree was the blue, At last has found a home.
And what more fit than that the wave He loved through life to stem Should sing above his green sea grave This sailor's requiem!