Classic Poem

Where there is no end of the sea, earth looming
Slowly to dent, swiftly to disappear;
Where there is no end of the sea and the sea's booming
Bells reverberate in a liquid sphere
Profound and submarine and solemnly clear;

Where there is no end of the sea and the sea
Shoulders a shaggy furore with green recoil
Continually; and where continually
Cool skeletons in incessant release from toil
Slide sideways, released incessantly from soil—

There, as one comes accoutered in blue steel, pounding
A black basin at a black pavilion, so
I shall come shrouded in flesh for the sea hawk sounding
His hoarse clarion: and then I shall know, I shall know
Those dappled floors where men and fishes go.