I'm beginning to think I haven't read enough Kipling--between the two excerpts you've posted now.

I love his poems. I don't think he's as well-known for them now as he deserves; a fair number were set to music and so can be found as songs (performed by Bellamy himself or by folksingers like John Roberts and Tony Barrand), but almost all had music in them to begin with. And he can very often do personification without making it maudlin or simplistic, his narrators are often complex, and he can really do the sea.

Our brows are bound with spindrift and the weed is on our knees;
Our loins are battered ’neath us by the swinging, smoking seas.
From reef and rock and skerry—over headland, ness, and voe—
The Coastwise Lights of England watch the ships of England go!
—"The Coastwise Lights"

Blind in the hot blue ring
Through all my points I swing—
Swing and return to shift the sun anew.
Blind in my well-known sky
I hear the stars go by,
Mocking the prow that cannot hold one true!
—"The Derelict"

Who holds the rein upon you?
The latest gale let free.
What meat is in your mangers?
The glut of all the sea.
’Twixt tide and tide’s returning
Great store of newly dead,—
The bones of those that faced us,
And the hearts of those that fled.
—"White Horses"

Enjoy!