The King Of The Seas

The Ocean said to me once, 'Look! Yonder on the shore Is a woman, weeping. I have watched her. Go you and tell her this- Her lover I have laid In cool green hall. There is wealth of golden sand And pillars, coral-red; Two white fish stand guard at his bier. Tell her this And more- That the king of the seas Weeps too, old, helpless man. The bustling Fates Heap his hands with corpses Until he stands like a child With surplus of toys.'