That I may shut one moment from my sight
The dreadful heaving of the shuddering sea!
For as it creeps back slowly from my feet,
Rise from its inky depths swift-coming waves
Big with the terrible and nameless thing
That soon along the shrinking sands will crawl
To wrap me in its hideous embrace.
I will not struggle! leave me but one hand
To shield the poor eyes that refuse to close;
For stretched and wide the fascinated lids