Marine

 

 

Chariots of copper and of silver--

Prows of silver and steel--

Thresh upon the foam,--

Upheave the stumps and brambles.

The currents of the heath,

And the enormous ruts of the ebb,

Flow circularly toward the east,

Toward the pillars of the forest,--

Toward the boles of the jetty,

Against whose edge whirlwinds of light collide.