Hey, go guy go,
Go go and go
On bloody flow;
Sunsets less glow
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A Plea For Mystic Maze
Hey, go guy go,
Go go and go
On bloody flow;
Sunsets less glow
Than bleeding flow!
Your eyes are red:
Not tears, - sweats shed;
To chew purple sun, -
Wild frolic: fun?
Is the Sea deep,
Where waves do peep
On its surface
Where calm ne'er less?
Have you eyed so,
There, to and fro?
Ancient shipman,
A Time-worn can
Pierce down deep:
Where waves, Lo, leap
Under the dark,
Naught's being stark:
Sharks slyly roam
For water-dome!
Ships oft there drown,
With dream-pulled crown-
To rise again
Shunning sand-stain-
More mud to smear,
More, more to hear
Cormorant's call,
Replete with gall!
There are glitches:
Ketch scarcely reaches
That Joyful land,
Where who might stand
With orchard's smile
And mystic style;
Ply to and fro
Foamed shingles that grow
In timeless tide
Of soft waves' slide;
There's no sunset
To cross Night's gate;
Only srars' blink,
Moon doth not sink
To pour pure light
Of silver sight;
Night's there no more
On land, - brine floor!
Did your ship dream
To swim on stream
Of fancy born?
Alas! Forlorn!
Where did He flee?
Where did flee?
With painful glee
In gleeful Sea?