So low beneath the storm

But now my friends we must proceed childlike,

And listen carefully to the caller on the sea,

That name may be sunshine – O Neptune’s plea,

Who asks the waves, and asks the cruel wind,

What hard mishaps remain for you, O remember his precious plan?

And question, Yes! Ask of every bullet shot of tormented wind,

That blows between the ears treacherous island narrows and west promontory;

None understands your story – the one now revealed.

And only deep breath does bring soothing answers,

Not once – Not fear – Not wants, ALL is unreal – only you sour your troubled mind,

No imagined treacherous sea, nor scary burning ship, nor sun exposed deck harm;

The air you breathe is calm and you captain your bark on a level ocean,

Sleek Porpoise dive the bow and her serine sisters play.

It was you! that built a fatal and invidious bark,

Built in the moon eclipse, Imagined and rigged in the dark,

That sunk so low beneath storm to scare that waking head of yours.