The Wreck of the Deutschland
In the dark night; night that henceforth lies, To smear into the sea’s eternal thirst; By the crested commands of the sea, my done complete, The ship sailed over, carking in pride first.
The farthest march of fate, the berth drawn sun, Cities below; wellsoared light: What cannot change what becomes fair! One sea forms its arms, yet shares it in twilight.
- Gerard Manley Hopkins