Mysterious Sea
Concealing waters – rolling dark and deep
In cloudy grandeur round tidelines and clifts –
Opaque as midnight over brumous strands;
What mysteries and wonders lie asleep
Beneath your blanket, which forever lifts
And falls above their darkling dreams?. What lands
Wait unexplored, invisible, whilst cold
Your sightless depths surge over?. What nightmare
Creatures hunt there, haunting the oozy wolds?.
Your currents are, in lieu of our world’s air,
Their winds. Instead of rains and dews are poured
Endless sad showers of bold, sunk ships, and bones
Of luckless mariners – that restless, nomad horde –
Who found, in your dark beds, their journeys’ ends, their homes.
