English poem
The Harbour God
by Rennell Rodd (1858–1941)
Me, Pan, whose presence haunts the shore, The fisher folk set here, To guard their haven anchorage On the cliff that they revere; And thence I watch them cast the net And mind their fishing gear. Sail past me, traveller: for I send The gentle southern breeze, Because of this their piety, To speed thee over seas.