Friday, May 18, 2007

Me and Kipling

I go on about ocean a lot, and here I am going on some more ...

this is a stanza I love from a long Kipling poem -

Try as he will, no man breaks wholly loose
From his first love, no matter who she be.
Oh, was there ever sailor free to choose,
That didn't settle somewhere near the sea?
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