Sea-Pictures

Great luminaries, through the blue-green air,

Gleam on the face of one who slowly dies.

All through the night two cavernous glazed
eyes

Look blankly upward in a rigid stare.

O Father in heaven, he cannot speak Thy
name ;
Take pity for the sake of Christ, Thy son!

There is no answer, none. No answer, none.

Crossing, re-crossing underneath the boat,
The lean sharks weave their web of emerald
flame.

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