Norman
Davey .
Far
from
life
and
land , unnumbered
ships - enmeshed
while
sailors
slumbered
Glide
in
dripping
weed
encumbered
to
that magic,
tragic
main
:
While
from
out
the
sunset
sheening
,
sounds
a
song
of
bitter meaning
,
Waking
all
the
intervening
oceans
with
its
sad
refrain
.
As your
gallant
ships
go
sailing
-
blocks acreaking
,
log atrailing
,
Can
't
you
hear
us
wailing
,
wailing
?
Will
you
never
,
never
heed
Us
,
who
lie
with
mate
and
man
dead
-
sailless
,
rudderless and
stranded
Ever
firmly
,
foully
banded
,
bound
with
bleak
Sargasso
weed
?
"
Flound
'
ring
in
a
foetid
ocean
-
windless
,
tideless
,
'
reft
of
motion
;
Nightly
-
while
a
ghostly
glow
shone
round
the
drift
-
weeds
filigree
:
Daily
-
while
the
sun
shone
sickly
through
the
mists
,
that
shrouded
thickly
All
those
vessels
rotting
quickly
in
the
foul
,
Sargasso
Sea
.