No Moon Was On That Sea

No moon was on that sea But slimy toads that swam All green-bronze and dirty On that thick bosomed sea: A pilgrim with a beard Alone walked on the sea The waves to him obeyed Though humble dressed was he: And here and there fish Arose to the surface That moved not: In that desert sea Where no land near was Where no land seen was Even Even in the distant leagues: No moon was on that sea But slimy toads that swam All green-bronze and dirty On that thick bosomed sea: No moon, no sound, all mute And the Sub-Conscious was And the Sub-Conscious be And the Sub-Conscious will be On that sea. No even wind, no moon light No but dark night No issuing of star light Not even paddling of a wave But silence Silence Silence On that dreary dirty sea No wind, no moon, no sound.