<i>We have fed our sea for a thousand years</i><p><i>And she calls us, still unfed,</i><p><i>Though there&#x27;s never a wave of all her waves</i><p><i>But marks our English dead:</i><p><i>We have strawed our best to the weed&#x27;s unrest,</i><p><i>To the shark and the sheering gull.</i><p><i>If blood be the price of admiralty,</i><p><i>Lord God, we ha&#x27; paid in full!</i>