Explicet
Dying, you tell me, dying?The day drifts fast to night;The craft by the headland lyingLean to the headland light;I hear the stout sea-cables sighing,—And I die tonight....The ghost of a breeze is blowing,Failing and falling faint,There’s none where I am going—’Fore God, I’m bound there ain’t;None knew more surely than I’m knowingI’m no sculptured saint.I’d hoped to meet him fighting,Be dead before I fell,—Death should be more excitingThan this dull dipsey swell;I’d always thought to end it fighting,—But maybe it’s just as well.Away with that dead grinningMimicking crucifix!I’ll see out my own sinning,Last cards shall take last tricks;No whining end to my beginning,My creed and His won’t mix.Dying.... I know it: dying.The sun is sunk from sight;The stars alone are tryingTo send me down some light;The dead day-wind in the dark is sighing....It is night....
Dying, you tell me, dying?The day drifts fast to night;The craft by the headland lyingLean to the headland light;I hear the stout sea-cables sighing,—And I die tonight....The ghost of a breeze is blowing,Failing and falling faint,There’s none where I am going—’Fore God, I’m bound there ain’t;None knew more surely than I’m knowingI’m no sculptured saint.I’d hoped to meet him fighting,Be dead before I fell,—Death should be more excitingThan this dull dipsey swell;I’d always thought to end it fighting,—But maybe it’s just as well.Away with that dead grinningMimicking crucifix!I’ll see out my own sinning,Last cards shall take last tricks;No whining end to my beginning,My creed and His won’t mix.Dying.... I know it: dying.The sun is sunk from sight;The stars alone are tryingTo send me down some light;The dead day-wind in the dark is sighing....It is night....
Dying, you tell me, dying?The day drifts fast to night;The craft by the headland lyingLean to the headland light;I hear the stout sea-cables sighing,—And I die tonight....
Dying, you tell me, dying?
The day drifts fast to night;
The craft by the headland lying
Lean to the headland light;
I hear the stout sea-cables sighing,—
And I die tonight....
The ghost of a breeze is blowing,Failing and falling faint,There’s none where I am going—’Fore God, I’m bound there ain’t;None knew more surely than I’m knowingI’m no sculptured saint.
The ghost of a breeze is blowing,
Failing and falling faint,
There’s none where I am going—
’Fore God, I’m bound there ain’t;
None knew more surely than I’m knowing
I’m no sculptured saint.
I’d hoped to meet him fighting,Be dead before I fell,—Death should be more excitingThan this dull dipsey swell;I’d always thought to end it fighting,—But maybe it’s just as well.
I’d hoped to meet him fighting,
Be dead before I fell,—
Death should be more exciting
Than this dull dipsey swell;
I’d always thought to end it fighting,—
But maybe it’s just as well.
Away with that dead grinningMimicking crucifix!I’ll see out my own sinning,Last cards shall take last tricks;No whining end to my beginning,My creed and His won’t mix.
Away with that dead grinning
Mimicking crucifix!
I’ll see out my own sinning,
Last cards shall take last tricks;
No whining end to my beginning,
My creed and His won’t mix.
Dying.... I know it: dying.The sun is sunk from sight;The stars alone are tryingTo send me down some light;The dead day-wind in the dark is sighing....It is night....
Dying.... I know it: dying.
The sun is sunk from sight;
The stars alone are trying
To send me down some light;
The dead day-wind in the dark is sighing....
It is night....