HO! The Seas are Grey, Like our Skies are Grey, Dull is Winter, When White Horses Lap, At Estuary’s Plight, Round are the Pebbles, Cast, And thrown, Smooth, Yonder Light, Our Reverent Sees, His fellow Victorians, Unto each Shoreline, Broken in Two, Comes the Long, For Seasons Past, Beneath the Sun, That Smiles, Once for thee, For your Tempest speaks endless, Beneath the Gods in their Heavens, The Maroon blows, And so to does the Gull Cry! Wild and Haunted, Haunted, White with Pain, Fragrant as the Weed, Clings the Limpet to the Rock, Once in search of Coronal Crab. (Westward HO!)