the sunlight is mine! and the sea!

and the four wild winds that blow!

the winds of heaven that whistle free—

they are but slaves to carry me

wherever i choose to go!

fire for a power inside!

air for a pathway free!

i traverse the earth in conquest wide;

the sea is my servant! the sea is my bride!

and the elements wait on me!

in dull green light, down-filtered sick and slow

through miles of heavy water overhead,

with miles of heavy water yet below,

a ship lies, dead.

shapeless and broken, swayed from side to side,

the helpless driftwood of an unknown tide.