Norman
Davey.
“ Crying
— 'Oh !
that we might
spend
less
time
in
this
grey
ocean
friendless,
Suffering
in
torment
endless - doomed
by
a divine
decree :
Damned , discredited
and daunted
— fever-ridden , devil
haunted
By
the
screeching
seagull
taunted
down
the
sad
Sargasso
Sea .
" Muttering
and
moaning
ever
dismal
tales
of
lost
endeavour ,
Corpses
we
may
not
dissever
all
our
shattered
decks
impede
Staring
skulls
that
shine
and
shimmer :
ghastly
skeletons that glimmer,
As
the
western
sun
sinks
dimmer
in
the
rank
Sargasso
weed .
“ Lying
in
a grave
unlettered , wailing
what
ye
have
not yet heard ;
Wrecked
and
rotting,
foul
and
fettered ;
we who
once were fair and
free ;
Hope was
long
ago
discarded :
all
our
crews
and
captains are dead
Sepulchred
and
see
-
weed
guarded
in
the
dark
Sargasso
Sea
.