A-mused my tongue,
my soul, my lips
to recall the bright and battered ships
that sailed beneath the baleful sun
and in the silver mist.
Stumbling thoughts of beauty lost,
the veteran fleet of tempest-tossed
vessels, proud and old.
Oh! So proud.
Oh, so bold!
But sailing on, they are gone.
Mine but a moment
then they are gone
to the Sea.