See me with all the terrors on my roads,

The crusted shipwrecks rotting in my seas,

And the untroubled oval of my face

That alters idly with the moonlike modes

And is unfathomably framed to please

And deck the angular bone with passing grace.

I should have worn a terror-mask, should be

A sight to frighten hope and faith away,

Half charnel field, half battle and rutting ground.

Instead I am a smiling summer sea

That sleeps while underneath from bound to bound

The sun- and star-shaped killers gorge and play