_Epitaph For A Sailor Buried Ashore_

He who but yesterday would roam Careless as clouds and currents range, In homeless wandering most at home, Inhabiter of change;

Who wooed the west to win the east, And named the stars of North and South, And felt the zest of Freedom’s feast Familiar in his mouth;

Who found a faith in stranger-speech, And fellowship in foreign hands, And had within his eager reach The relish of all lands--

How circumscribed a plot of earth Keeps now his restless footsteps still, Whose wish was wide as ocean’s girth, Whose will the water’s will!