Thou rest enraged upon the raging main
In lightest robes the color of summer’s scent
I await thee now evermore in vain
And forthwith from the darkened coast I went
To drown my echoing sorrows, my shade
Within a ruby wine, a mead of auld
Yet in water I remain, thus to wade
In thy divine presence, thy endured world
Perchance to find myself oblique and askant
Crownèd lord by thee in ostentation
Creating a creature unable to defend
Against thee and thy virtuous elation
Still to reside in the symphonic brine
Forevermore endowing lambent wine
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