<html xmlns:tei="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><body><h1 align="" class="head">Off St. Helena</h1><div class="stanza"><p class="line">WHEN I sit silent on the swaying deck.</p><p class="line">And drink in the soft splendour of the night.</p><p class="line">The pale, proud moon; the sky, all cloud a-fleck;</p><p class="line">The silver balls of phosphorescent light</p><p class="line">In the white foam; the davits curving black</p><p class="line">Against the sky; the tall and stately mast.</p><p class="line">Swinging from star to star—though these all lack</p><p class="line">Nothing of beauty, perfect, pure, and vast,</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">'Tis naught to me: save that I may devise</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">That I do look again into your eyes.</p></div></body></html> · Great War