Norman
Davey .
" Oh !
the
putrid
,
poison
-
stenches
from
the
blistered
,
blood
-
stained
benches
,
As
the
sun
-
ray
warps
and
wrenches
where
the
rotting
planks
recede
;
And
,
where
gaping
wide
each
notch
is,
swiftly
through
the silent watches
In
unsightly
purple
blotches
creeps
the
cold
Sargasso
weed
.
“
Oh
!
the
everlasting
screaming
of
the
carrion
sea
birds
teeming
Round about
the wreckage
-
gleaming
in
the
sunset
galaxy
;
Wheeling
out
in
noisy
batches
from
the
crazy
,
gaping
hatches
Over
all
the
seed
-
weed
patches staining
the Sargasso
Sea
.
“
Through
the
night
the
moonbeams
flash
on
forms
that rise
in
ghostly
fashion
,
Praying
with
unearthly
passion
to
the
Gods
to
intercede
:
Raising
in
the
moonlight
glory
faces
,
hideous
and
hoary
;
Wailing
the
unchanging
story
over
the
Sargasso
weed
.