And the sea was moaning, moaning;—
Mouths for song and lips to kiss;
Lips for hate and mouths to hiss;
Lips that fashioned hell or bliss,—
And the wind was groaning.
Tall as stately virgins dead,
Tapers lit at feet and head,
'Round whom Latin prayers are said,—
And the sea was moaning, moaning;—
Or as vampire women, who,