Bright white sails of tragic ships
Flutter soft in darkened crypt
To cage a beauty so profound
‘Tis only right, ’tis only sound
Shut the door to darkened room
Bind me, trap me in my gloom
Hold my shell and tie my hands
Damned to hellish “promised lands”
Here we see the first instance of the ‘ship’ theme; it is going to become an important theme for me later. The ocean is my mistress, or so I would have it. Joseph Conrad is a kindred spirit. Thanks for reading.