A Vessel Tumbling Here And There And

A vessel tumbling here and there and ill-constructed, with creaking timbers and with winds a-shrieking this vessel on the green waves by Pisa sailed on yet touched not the shores for the Fates willed that it shall be the seas. A giant wave of green came upon a white faced Poet-Seer though youthful yet he held in hand the last few sheets whereon the divine verse he sung amidst those storms. In vain, Neptune was not cajoled nor the Fates sated. O here on Earth - the Poet Seer - shrieked to the ever-oncoming waves of green we perish to transform, on seas the same! No sooner said then a great wave-bolt hurled by Neptune himself at the hest of Fates by cruel toss the skiff, the sailors, the Poet-Seer overturned.