Wave on blacker wave, heave a tangled mass Of shining seagrass back upon the beach, And my brittle heart will fracture as a glass That strikes indifferent ground succumbs to breach. And day upon black day will, reeving, pass Between the broken edges so to teach This wretch upon whose spirit sins amass To keep his aspirations within reach. Return whatever remnant of the man Whose shape was banished by the somber brine, And sacred justice suffer what disgrace! How could I look my brother in the face And say, forsaking glory, that I ran? Unfathomable grief is more benign!