Upon the land we lubbers long and languish
Separate from sanguine sea and sacred sky
Yet there among the vapors, unvanquished
Float our daydreams, there our imaginations may fly!
Across the azure sphere a brigade begins their march
From each glassy horizon, a heady, heavenly gift
Bourne of brine, sea and sun, above, apparitions arch
Billowing, boundless — a pelagic procession, adrift!
A pelic...