A nd a grey mist on the sea's face and a grey dawn breaking. A nd the flung spray and the blown spume and the seagull crying. O r kill them.
T hat is forever England.
I n hearts at peace, under an English heaven. With goods to offer you. A nd jestingly she told him then that nothing else would do B ut the green eye of the little Yellow God. B ut for once he failed to smile, and he sat alone awhile, T hen went out into the night beneath the stars. A nd she found the little green eye of the god.