Definitions

The horizon looms

Like the wandering dooms

In the shipmen’s sights,

The schooner’s rooms

seal up like tombs

at the approaching lights.


The pirate’s flag

Wil dip and sag

Throughout the assault,

But no mark to rag

Will show in wag

Through foray of fault.


The pity of

The wilting dove

Of pale-cheeked captive host

Is squandered love

And ribald shove

Along the naked coast.