Do not run headlong into that fair sea,

Do not run headlong into that fair sea,
harsh trust should shine and beat at end of play;
rage, rage against the fouling of the one.
Though real friends at their end know love is true,
Because their cheers had amazed no peace they
Do not run headlong into that fair sea,
fair friends, the best drive by, crying how true
Their worthless skills might have glowed in a rich cave,
rage, rage against the fouling of the one.
rough friends who pulled and dreamed the ark in love,
And learn, too slow, they scoffed it on its way,
Do not run headlong into that fair sea,
grave friends, in pain, who see with blinding sight
lost dreams could light like fire and be gay,
rage, rage against the fouling of the one.
And you, my son, there on the jealous ledge,
scald, urge, me now with your true love, I pray.
Do not run headlong into that fair sea,
rage, rage against the fouling of the one.

Crunch!