Explore "The Coastwise Lights" by Rudyard Kipling on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Our brows are bound with spindrift and the weed is on our knees; / Our loins are battered 'neath us by the swinging, smoking seas. / From reef and rock and skerry -- over headland, ness, and voe -- / The Coastwise Lights of England watch the ships of England go!
Through the endless summer evenings, on the lineless, level floors; / Through the yelling Channel tempest when the siren hoots and roars -- / By day the dipping house-flag and by night the rocket's trail -- / As the sheep that graze behind us so we know them where they hail.