IMPERTURBABLE

Three times the fog rolled in today, a silent shroud,

From which the breakers ran like ghosts, moaning and tumbling.

Three times a startled sea-bird cried aloud,

On the wind stumbling.

But I cast my net with never a fear, tho wraiths in me

And birds of wild unrest were stirring and starting and crying.

For I knew that under the sway of every sea

There is calm lying.