Here you will find the Poem Sonnets of the Empire: Hawk of poet Archibald Thomas Strong
Great sea dog, fighter in the great old way! What though thy ships were tinder, and the pest Rotted thy ruffian crews that need had prest, And all thy keels were clogged with foul decay, Yet through the roaring months thy squadron lay A watch-dog eager at the throat of Brest While all the ocean smote her from the West And all the tempests tore her in their play. Thy soul was of the whirlwind, and thy cry Still leaps from out the crash of guns and waves To hurl us headlong on the foeman?s van, As in the Bay of Death, ?mid breakers high And felon reefs whereo?er the Atlantic raves, Thy flagship foremost into glory ran.
