of the Lady Jermyn. But I could see them still, could feel them shrewdly in my mind’s flesh; and so to the old superstition, strangely justified by my case; and so to the poem which I, with my special experience, not unnaturally consider the greatest poem ever penned.
But I did not know it then as I do now - and how the lines eluded me! I seemed to see them in the book, yet I could not read the words!
“Water, water, everywhere, Nor any drop to drink.”
That, of course, came first (incorrectly);
Some were watching me, it seemed, across this hell. “The bulwarks!” they screamed. “Walk along the bulwarks!” I held up my hand in token that I heard and understood and meant to act. And as I did their bidding I noticed what indeed had long been apparent to idler eyes: the wind was not; we had lost