Classic Poem

Cloud-wreath, mist-sheath,
Burr about the moon,
A dawn of red, a vault of lead:
A storm's a-coming soon.

Sea-gull, free gull
Flit across the sand:
A dirty sea there's sure to be
When you're upon the land.

Mare's tails, mare's tails
Sweep a mackerel sky:
Oh, reef your sail before the gale —
The foam is bound to fly!