Poem: La Mer

A white mist drifts across the shrouds,

A wild moon in this wintry sky

Gleams like an angry lion's eye

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The muffled steersman at the wheel

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And in the throbbing engine-room

Leap the long rods of polished steel.

The shattered storm has left its trace

Upon this huge and heaving dome,

For the thin threads of yellow foam

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