This is one of my favourite poems by MacNeice.

    Put out to sea, my broken comrades
    Let the old seaweek crack, the surge
    Burgeon, oblivious of the last
    Embarkation of feckless men
    Let every adverse force converge
    Here we must needs embark again.

    Run up the sail, my heartsick comrades,
    Let each horizon tilt and lurch.
    You know the worst, your wills are fickle
    Your values blurred, your hearts impure
    And your past lives a ruined church
    But let your poison be your cure.

    Put out to sea, ignoble comrades,
    Whose records shall be noble yet
    Butting through scarps of moving marble
    The narwhal dares us to be free
    By a high star our course is set
    Our end is life. Put out to sea.

— Louis Macneice

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