“Red, as at rising or going down,
Reels the sun at the hour of noon,
And the stars by night are like sparks of light
From the bale-fire of the moon.
“Red are the hungry and steel-eyed sharks,
Where they swim in these crimson seas,
And horribly red, to her top-mast head,
Is the luckless Bunch o’ Keys.
“Now mad we grow, as a beast grows mad
When his eyes the red shambles see,