"Cardigan Bay" by John Masefield


Clean, green, windy billows notching out of the sky,
Grey clouds tattered into rags, sea-winds blowing high,
And the ships under topsails, beating, thrashing by,

And the mewing of the herring gulls.


Dancing, flashing green seas shaking white locks,
Boiling in blind eddies over hidden rocks,
And the wind in the rigging, the creaking of the blocks,

And the straining of the timber hulls.

Delicate, cool, sea-weeds, green and amber-brown,
In beds where shaken sunlight slowly filters down
On many a drowned seventy-four, many a sunken town,

And the whitening of the dead men's skulls.