To the lost at sea


I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky

'Twas night, calm night, the moon was high

Brings sharply back something known long before

There lieth a wreck on the dismal shore


See you, beneath yon cloud so dark

Hark! Hark! … The watch dogs bark

Oh! hurry thee on - oh! hurry thee on

Thou terrible bark! ere the night be gone


And now there came both mist and snow

And the owlet whoops to the wolf below

The ice was here, the ice was there

Of cold and pitiless Labrador


Water, water, every where,

The silent calm of the grave is there

And it grew wondrous cold

The glorious Sun uprist, Her locks were yellow as gold


The harbour-bay was clear as glass

The small hushed waves’ repeated fresh collapse

Full Fathom Five thy father lies

A mortal thing so to immortalize.


Extracted from The Rime of the Ancient Mariner (Samuel Taylor Coleridge), To the Sea (Phillip Larkin), The Flying Dutchman (Thomas Moore), Full Fathoms Five – The Tempest (Shakespeare), Amoretti LXXV (Edmund Spenser)

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