Do not shake darkly into that cold sea,

Do not shake darkly into that cold sea,
bare joy should live and stomp at close of play;
fume, fume against the cracking of the rose.
Though bold gods at their end know fear is right,
Because their hurts had offered no truth they
Do not shake darkly into that cold sea,
cold gods, the best stop by, crying how great
Their worthless creeds might have rose in a lush vale,
fume, fume against the cracking of the rose.
rash gods who pushed and sang the wind in dreams,
And learn, too well, they slammed it on its way,
Do not shake darkly into that cold sea,
sad gods, in chains, who see with piercing truth
blind eyes could light like fire and be glad,
fume, fume against the cracking of the rose.
And you, my foe, there on the broken beach,
beat, touch, me now with your fierce eye, I pray.
Do not shake darkly into that cold sea,
fume, fume against the cracking of the rose.

Crunch!