Wrecking drakkar
So deep the endless gulf is - moor the chalice
To stare and wonder
drowning with the smile
About the tears
diluted with the malice
Drakkar of mine immerses dragon;s maw
Sinks to the bottom but with grace and vernal zing
Straight to the heap of olden passion;s awe
How low and tender is the fall
interim king?
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