I shall never be free, no never free

For on that broad horizon I still see you;

Full purpose bound, obsessed, yea hopelessly,

All sails unfurled upon that white-capped blue;

Lashed to the bowsprit, prisoner of your eyes,

Your silken hair, your smile, your lips—those hips.

The best the female form could e’er comprise,

Your voice alone, the death of mighty ships…

Brave sailors driven mad by songs so sweet

That into anfractuous froth they soar

To find fair sea girls hidden in the deep,

Still bearing smiles when they wash up on shore.

I should join them, before I run aground—

Screaming that I love you; and then drown.