Convoy

Draw the blanket of ocean

Over the frozen face.

He lies, his eyes quarried by glittering fish,

Staring through the green freezing sea-glass

At the Northern Lights.

He is now a child in the land of Christmas:

Watching, amazed, the white tumbling bears

And the diving seal.

The iron wind clangs round the ice-caps,

The five-pointed

Dog-star

Burns over the silent sea,

And the three ships

Come sailing in.