The ocean said to me once



XXXVIII.

The ocean said to me once,

"Look!

Yonder on the shore

Is a woman, weeping.

I have watched her.

Go you and tell her this --

Her lover I have laid

In cool green hall.

There is wealth of golden sand

And pillars, coral-red;

Two white fish stand guard at his bier.

"Tell her this

And more --

That the king of the seas

Weeps too, old, helpless man.

The bustling fates

Heap his hands with corpses

Until he stands like a child

With a surplus of toys."