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The sunlight is mine! And the sea! / And the four wild winds that blow! / The winds of heaven that whistle free- / They are but slaves to carry me / Wherever I choose to go!
Fire for a power inside! / Air for a pathway free! / I traverse the earth in conquest wide; / The sea is my servant! The sea is my bride! / And the elements wait on me!
In dull green light, down-filtered sick and slow / Through miles of heavy water overhead, / With miles of heavy water yet below, / A ship lies, dead. / Shapeless and broken, swayed from side to side, / The helpless driftwood of an unknown tide.