Do not leap tamely into that calm sea,

Do not leap tamely into that calm sea,
old chance should rise and clutch at end of play;
fume, fume against the failing of the earth.
Though bold heads at their end know love is fair,
Because their truths had formed no beauty they
Do not leap tamely into that calm sea,
calm heads, the best flash by, crying how true
Their stupid blades might have growned in a fresh gorge,
fume, fume against the failing of the earth.
brisk heads who pushed and cheered the star in shock,
And learn, too soon, they scoffed it on its way,
Do not leap tamely into that calm sea,
mean heads, in hell, who brave with racking thought
failed trust could flare like anger and be brave,
fume, fume against the failing of the earth.
And you, my muse, there on the dismal seas,
scold, heal, me now with your fresh lips, I pray.
Do not leap tamely into that calm sea,
fume, fume against the failing of the earth.

Crunch!