Oh damn this fog that keeps me from the shore!
What luck, but I have cast my anchor down
and watched its steely hook in water drown --
too late, it's lost, undone but knot before...
Adrift, my mind, as idle seagulls soar
on gusty winds that shake them to their down;
their cries my desperation cannot drown.
Unheeding is the tidal ocean roar...
Anon my eyes do spot a friendly sail;
"Avast!" I shout to distant heedless ears.
Alas, my hope for rescue fades away;
and so remaining in my water jail,
I, solemn, wait as my poor future nears
and cast myself to rest in Sorrow's Bay.