Since first the White Horse Banner blew free, br By Hengist's horde unfurled, br Nothing has changed on land or sea br Of the things that steer the world. br (As it was when the long-ships scudded through the gale br So it is where the Liners go.) br Time and Tide, they are both in a tale-- br "Woe to the weaker -- woe! " br br No charm can bridle the hard-mouthed wind br Or smooth the fretting swell. br No gift can alter the grey Sea's mind, br But she serves the strong man well. br (As it is when her uttermost deeps are stirred br So it is where the quicksands show,) br All the waters have but one word-- br "Woe to the weaker -- woe! " br br The feast is ended, the tales are told, br The dawn is overdue, br And we meet on the quay in the whistling cold br Where the galley waits her crew. br Out with the torches, they have flared too long, br And bid the harpers go.