Coldest ocean spew with salt renew me
and wash me and mine sins both our weighty wrath
and paper crown lain heavy on weary head
Borne of snake and victim its bite
no sooner to live than succumb its wriggled might
Why begin but continue such a feast
whence did come this brightened beast?
Only seek the cold and highness of old
priests ascetic lies of comfort and wine for the downing of brow
til’ morning come, for mourning go and wit beget the plough
Lay me down to sleep forever and cover with wave,
return the hind once again and taste the rhine a’cave
Dark peace come ye fast and vouchsafe mine the least,
sell to him your written stars and sate the greed with feast