I Own The Sea

I own the sea for I am a Poet Seer I own the sea-waves when they spume in the long nights the winds hum round and round over the houses and the steeples pointed with sound things fall and clank and in the fracas of dilapidation the sound goes round and round the whistling gale still runs. Ah! my Soul be still in my body today: in the warmth of viscera and the rest It peeps its head sometimes feels the gritty cold draws back. the waters they still run over the winds the lazy leaves inane and sleepy-drear... they get the winds to carry them round and round they fall unto the winds to carry them they fall For I own the sea for I am a Poet Seer I own the sea-waves when they spume in the long nights the winds hum round and round over the houses and the steeples pointed with sound