Image: Winslow Homer
Sea had smiled with darkening maw,
and bared her salty teeth,
to swallow lost and languished soul;
to drown my mortal grief.
The shadow held to timid craft,
with pitiful resolve,
upon the ocean's wave-lost face
where death would soon enfold.
In dreaming night the journey fled,
through bleak tumult of day,
and mocked the feeble efforts
of mind in Neptune's grave.