The Fragment

 'Light came from the east,' he sang,

'Bright guarantee of God, and the waves went quiet.
I could see the headlands and buffeted cliffs.
Often, for marked courage, fate spares the man
It has not marked already.'

And when their objection was reported to him --
That he had gone to bits and was leaving them
Nothing to hold on to, his first and last lines
Neither here nor there--

'Since when,' he asked,
'Are the first and last line of any poem
Where the poem begins and ends?'