Rudyard Kipling.

1865-1936

898   L’Envoi

THERE’s a whisper down the field where the year has
   shot her yield
   And the ricks stand gray to the sun,
Singing:—‘Over then, come over, for the bee has quit the
      clover
  And your English summer’s done.

  You have heard the beat of the off-shore wind
  And the thresh of the deep-sea rain;
  You have heard the song—how long! how long!
  Pull out on the trail again!

Ha’ done with the Tents of Shem, dear lass,
We’ve seen the seasons through,
And it’s time to turn on the old trail, our own trail, the out
     trail,
Pull out, pull out, on the Long Trail—the trail that is
     always new.

It’s North you may run to the rime-ring’d sun,
    Or South to the blind Horn’s hate;
Or East all the way into Mississippi Bay,
    Or West to the Golden Gate;
Where the blindest bluffs hold good, dear lass,
And the wildest tales are true,
And the men bulk big on the old trail, our own trail, the
   out trail,
And life runs large on the Long Trail—the trail that is
    always new.

The days are sick and cold, and the skies are gray and old,
    And the twice-breathed airs blow damp;
And I’d sell my tired soul for the bucking beam-sea roll
    Of a black Bilbao tramp;
With her load-line over her hatch, dear lass,
And a drunken Dago crew,
And her nose held down on the old trail, our own trail, the
   out trail,
From Cadiz Bar on the Long Trail—the trail that is always
    new.

There be triple ways to take, of the eagle or the snake,
    Or the way of a man with a maid;
But the sweetest way to me is a ship’s upon the sea
    In the heel of the North-East Trade.
Can you hear the crash on her bows, dear lass,
And the drum of the racing screw,
As she ships it green on the old trail, our own trail, the out
    trail,
As she lifts and ’scends on the Long Trail—the trail that is
     always new?

See the shaking funnels roar, with the Peter at the fore,
    And the fenders grind and heave,
And the derricks clack and grate, as the tackle hooks the
   crate,
    And the fall-rope whines through the sheave;
It’s ‘Gang-plank up and in,’ dear lass,
It’s ‘Hawsers warp her through!’
And it’s ‘All clear aft’ on the old trail, our own trail, the out
    trail,
We’re backing down on the Long Trail—the trail that is
   always new.

O the mutter overside, when the port-fog holds us tied,
    And the sirens hoot their dread!
When foot by foot we creep o’er the hueless viewless deep
    To the sob of the questing lead!
It’s down by the Lower Hope, dear lass,
With the Gunfleet Sands in view,
Till the Mouse swings green on the old trail, our own trail,
    the out trail,
And the Gull Light lifts on the Long Trail—the trail that
   is always new.

O the blazing tropic night, when the wake’s a welt of light
    That holds the hot sky tame,
And the steady fore-foot snores through the planet-powder’d
    floors
    Where the scared whale flukes in flame!
Her plates are scarr’d by the sun, dear lass,
And her ropes are taut with the dew,
For we’re booming down on the old trail, our own trail, the
    out trail,
We’re sagging south on the Long Trail—the trail that is always new.

Then home, get her home, where the drunken rollers comb,
And the shouting seas drive by,
And the engines stamp and ring, and the wet bows reel and
  swing,
    And the Southern Cross rides high!
Yes, the old lost stars wheel back, dear lass,
That blaze in the velvet blue.
They’re all old friends on the old trail, our own trail, the
  out trail,
They’re God’s own guides on the Long Trail—the trail
   that is always new.

Fly forward, O my heart, from the Foreland to the Start—
    We’re steaming all too slow,
And it’s twenty thousand mile to our little lazy isle
    Where the trumpet-orchids blow!
You have heard the call of the off-shore wind
And the voice of the deep-sea rain;
You have heard the song—how long! how long!
    Pull out on the trail again!


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