How should I sing when buffeting salt waves br And stung with bitter surges, in whose might br I toss, a cockleshell? The dreadful night br Marshals its undefeated dark and raves br In brutal madness, reeling over graves br Of vanquished men, long-sunken out of sight, br Sent wailing down to glut the ghoulish sprite br Who haunts foul seaweed forests and their caves. br No parting cloud reveals a watery star, br My cries are washed away upon the wind, br My cramped and blistering hands can find no spar, br My eyes with hope o'erstrained, are growing blind.