This is a theme for muted coronets To dangle from debilitated heads Of navigation, kings, or riverbeds That rot or rise what time the seamew sets Her course by stars among the smoky tides Entangled. Old saltencrusted Proteus treads Once more the watery shore that water weds While rocking fathom bell rings round and rides. Now when the blind king of the water thinks The sharp hail of the salt out of his eyes To abdicate, run thou, O Prince, and fall Upon him. This cracked walrus skin that stinks Of the rank sweat of a mermaid's thighs Cast off, and nab him; when you have him, call. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A DEPOSITION FROM LOVE by THOMAS CAREW THE RESPECTABLE BURGHER, ON 'THE HIGHER CRITICISM' by THOMAS HARDY DOCTOR FELL by MARCUS VALERIUS MARTIALIS MARIAN; AN OPERETTA: SONG (2) by FRANCES (MOORE) BROOKE |