" They're bloody beasts, " said the mate,
Articulated hate
Crinkeled his ravenous nose.
The Kashmir d and rose
And wallowed again in the trough. . . .
" Blime! I know 'em enough,
Not human like you and me. . . . "
Dusk had won over the sea
With moon magic. I heard
Some gorgeous tropical word
Drop from the lips of the crew,
Of a far world lost to view,
A solemn Hindu sound
Of days and nights all bound
By death. . . .