NORMAN
DAVEY.
THE
SARGASSO
SEA .
AGUE ,
unascertained ,
untravelled , lies
an
ocean
sea -weed
ravelled
No
charts
hold - or
ever
have
held
— where
that
deadly
sea
may
lie;
But
each
day
the
sad wind
sighs
on
ships
,
with
men
and
merchandise
on
,
Fading
from
the
far
horizon
,
drifting
,
drifting
down
to
die
.
Ever
drifting
,
fleeter
,
faster
–
drifting
to
untold
disaster
Bearing
man
and
mate
and
master
to
irrevocable
doom
;
Far
beyond
the
farthest
traces
left
of
men
,
to
haunted
places
Helpless
in
the
cold
embraces
of
the
drift
-
weed
's
trailing
bloom
.
Far
from
where
the
dark
Atlantic
Alings
her
rollers
,
corybantic
,
Breaking
in
on
some
romantic
,
reef
-
ringed
,
royal
,
island
home
:
Far away
from
where
terrific
rolls
the
restless
pale
Pacific
Chiselling
the
hieroglyphic
cliffs
that
front
the
Western
foam
.