Men and engines grunting and hauling, The nets dripping, the folds falling; The spring-ropes jerking to the winches’ creaking Wind in by fathoms from their sea-deep seeking, Steady and long like a preacher speaking. But the flow of the net we must all lay hold on, The cork-strung back-rope our hands are cold on.
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