Lo! drifting afar to dim-vaulted caves;
in desire of unraveling marvels of the
sea. Of luscious moon-tide thus divine;
mild terrors as such with men agree.
“At length, gather marine from wild and
boundless sea; wavering echoes of coral
caves dare not to answer your plea.”
Further down the caves lived every sailor’s
fantasy; apart from heirloom jewels which
were prized as much. Enchanting sylphs –
float close as though a whisper. Their eyes
cold with smiles bade men freeze and shiver.
“Souls of sailors dead and gone; bones from
needle’s eye goad on. Lo! away row dreamer
haste upon; between the hours of dark and
Beneath the dark and roaring skies;
An albatross lone wince and cries.
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