Maelstrom

Assists the storm,
this gallant with a piteous heart
at an hour when owls do cry.

Quitting the vessel,
is a cherubin.
Yet on the fresh springs there are figures;
these are devils.

Dashed all to pieces,
is the fine apparition
of the topsail.

Drowning,
we run ourselves aground.
Roaring, shrieking, howling is
the blue-eyed hag on the shore.

Then,
All's hushed.
As midnight.