The sea was sleeping. Blue and beautiful
The sky. Henceforth I saw but murk and blood,
Alas! and as it had been in a shroud,
My heart lay buried in that parable,
All thine isle showed me, Venus! was upthrust,
A symbol calvary where my image hung.
Give me, Lord God, to look upon that dung,
My body and my heart, without disgust.