See cloaks hung on his shoulders
He hauls by the grip of doom
The deeper dove dog of his wildness
Was panic-strick beneath my tomb
Ill starred man your beaming dreams are lost
A stark day in destiny
A man grand pitched by the ocean
There like a lick greenest frog
A scream from the vultures there under
Was needed in your afternoon fog
Morning after madness had raped him
Changeth all the deep on his breast
A gentle doze and there lie the oceans
Wild weed wove and made his rest nest