Thou rest enraged upon the raging main

In lightest robes the color of summer's scent

I await thee now evermore in vain

And forthwith from the darkened coast I went

To drown my echoing sorrows, my shade

Within a ruby wine, a mead of auld

Yet in water I remain, thus to wade

In thy divine presence, thy endured world

Perchance to find myself oblique and askant

Crownèd lord by thee in ostentation

Creating a creature unable to defend

Against thee and thy virtuous elation

Still to reside in the symphonic brine

Forevermore endowing lambent wine