Skagerack

I HEARD the breakers moaning for the dead,
Those bold descendants of the Island strain
Who died to prove a lie the Sea-Hun's boast;
But mingled with the monothrob of woe,
I caught the swelling of a deeper note,
And seemed to hear, brave as a smile through tears,
“Yet, all is safe, Britannia rules the sea!”
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