Rudyard Kipling

1914-18
Sea Warfare


Dawn off the Foreland--the young flood making
    Jumbled and short and steep--
Black in the hollows and bright where it's breaking--
   Awkward water to sweep.
   "Mines reported in the fairway,
   "Warn all traffic and detain.
"'Sent  up  Unity,  Cralibel,  Assyrian,  Stormcock,  and Golden
        Gain."

 Noon off the Foreland--the first ebb making
   Lumpy and strong in the bight.
 Boom after boom, and the golf-hut shaking
   And the jackdaws wild with fright!
   "Mines located in the fairway,
   "Boats now working up the chain,
 "Sweepers--Unity,  Claribel,  Assyrian,  Stormcock,  and Golden
         Gain."

Dusk off the Foreland--the last light going
  And the traffic crowding through,
And five damned trawlers with their syreens blowing
   Heading the whole review!
   "Sweep completed in the fairway.
   "No more mines remain.
"'Sent back  Unity, Claribel, Assyrian, Stormcock, and Golden
        Gain."