In The Dark Waveless Sea, Deep Blue Under Deep Blue, The Fisher Drifts By On The Tide In His Small Pole-Balanced Canoe. Above Him The Cloud-Clapped Hills Crown The Dense Jungly Sweeps; The Cocoa-Nut Groves Hedge Round The Hut Where The Beach-Wave Sleeps. Is It Not Better So To Be As This Savage Is, Than To Live The Wage-Slave'S Life Of Hopeless Agonies?