Here's another one by Bill Adams that he used to introduce this book of poetry:

All's Well

(From WIND IN THE TOPSAILS, edited by Bill Adams, published by George G. Harrap & Co., London, UK, © 1931, p. 15.)

There's an ache in my heart, and I can't tell why,
Something to do with the sea and sky,
And maybe a star or so;
Maybe a whirl of wind and snow
And the easy lift of a sailing-ship
Gliding away from her landing-slip,
Heading at dawn for the misty west
In her little white royals and skysails dressed;
There's a lilting tune that I seem to hear,
A roving chorus, a quavered cheer;
The air is chill as there rumbled past
A berg as tall as her tall mainmast;
There's the creak of her gear on the stilly night,
With her braces and sheets and halliards tight;
Dear God! But I'd give my soul to go
To the open sea and the wind and snow,
To that all clear cry of the ocean night,
"All's well, sir, and all her lights are bright!"

Notes:

The poet under doctor's orders was prohibited from returning to sea after successfully completing a four-year apprenticeship aboard a four-masted bark; the diagnosis was chronic asthma.

Charley Noble