I swayed upon the gaudy stem br The butt-end of a steering-oar, br And saw wherever I could turn br A crowd upon a shore. br br And though I would have hushed the crowd, br There was no mother's son but said, br "What is the figure in a shroud br Upon a gaudy bed?' br br And after running at the brim br Cried out upon that thing beneath br - It had such dignity of limb - br By the sweet name of Death. br br Though I'd my finger on my lip, br What could I but take up the song? br And running crowd and gaudy ship br Cried out the whole night long, br br Crying amid the glittering sea, br Naming it with ecstatic breath, br Because it had such dignity, br By the sweet name of Death.