In the sun’s first gleaming Before the sea’s infinity Seeming nothing more than Foam and waves Boatless Formless Ocean Spray I stood, salt in my hair Brass to my eye Foot on the stair And I started to cry. I was low before sea. Low before I saw Me from above as a Stupid pure dove Endless Seamless Watery Bird Flying, sodden feathered Crying At the meaningless Of the Word.
