The moon gives you light, And the bugles and the drums give you music, And my heart, O my soldiers, my veterans, My heart gives you love. _Whitman._ CIV THE PLEASANT ISLE OF AV»S Oh England is a pleasant place for them that's rich and high, But England is a cruel place for such poor folks as I; And such a port for mariners I ne'er shall see again As the pleasant Isle of AvËs, beside the Spanish main. There were forty craft in AvËs that were both swift and stout, All furnished well with small arms and cannons round about; And a thousand men in AvËs made laws so fair and free To choose their valiant captains and obey them loyally. Thence we sailed against the Spaniard with his hoards of plate and gold, Which he wrung with cruel tortures from Indian folk of old; Likewise the merchant captains, with hearts as hard as stone, Who flog men and keel-haul them, and starve them to the bone. O the palms grew high in AvËs, and fruits that shone like gold, And the colibris and parrots they were gorgeous to behold; And the negro maids to AvËs from bondage fast did flee, To welcome gallant sailors, a-sweeping in from sea. O sweet it was in AvËs to hear the landward breeze, A-swing with good tobacco in a net between the trees, With a negro lass to fan you, while you listened to the roar Of the breakers on the reef outside, that never touched the shore. But Scripture saith, an ending to all fine things must be; So the King's ships sailed on AvËs, and quite put down were we. All day we fought like bulldogs, but they burst the booms at night; And I fled in a piragua, sore wounded, from the fight. Nine days I floated starving, and a negro lass beside, Till, for all I tried to cheer her, the poor young thing she died; But as I lay a-gasping, a Bristol sail came by, And brought me home to England here, to beg until I die. And now I'm old and going--I'm sure I can't tell where; One comfort is, this world's so hard, I can't be worse off there: If I might but be a sea-dove, I'd fly across the main, To the pleasant Isle of AvËs, to look at it once again. _Kingsley._ CV A WELCOME