"Cardigan Bay" by John Masefield
Clean, green, windy billows notching out of the
Grey clouds tattered into rags, sea-winds blowing
And the ships under topsails, beating, thrashing
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
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
And the whitening of the dead men's skulls.