Norman Davey .
“ As
to
port
your
ships
are
hieing - sails
aflapping
flags aflying
Can't you hear
us
crying, crying ? Will
you
never
,
never
heed
Us
,
who
lie
in
dim
,
enchanted
oceans
,
still
with
hopes
ungranted
Everlastingly
implanted
in
the dense Sargasso weed
.
Far from
where the coral island
raises
its
palm
-
crested
highland
,
Gilded
in
the
sunset
's
smile
and
silvered
by
the
laughing
stars
:
Countless
leagues
beyond the graven
,
granite wharves
of
any
haven
Leagues
beyond
the
careless
,
craven
clamour
of
the
gay
bazaars
.
thai
Far
beyond
the
sunset
's
lustre
,
where
the
clouds
their
legions muster
In
the
slimy
sea
-
weed
cluster
lie
those
vessels
gaunt and
grey
:
Far
from
human
touch
or
token
:
over
songless
seas
unbroken
Shattered
wrecks
with
all
their
oaken
bulwarks
crumbling
in
decay
.