The Belloc sequence of Sonnets continues.

Two

I was like one that keeps the deck by night

Bearing the tiller up against his breast ;
I was like one whose soul is centred quite

In holding course although so hardly prest,
And veers with veering shock now left now right,

And strains his foothold still and still makes play
Of bending beams until the sacred light

Shows him high lands and heralds up the day.

But now such busy work of battle past

I am like one whose barque at bar at last

Comes hardly heeling down the adventurous breeze ;

And entering calmer seas,

I am like one that brings his merchandise

To Californian skies.

Hilaire Belloc.