Hope's gropes befogged, storm-dogged and bogged—
Clogged, water-logged, her load!
IV.
Stowed, by Jove, right and tight, away.
No show now how best plough sea's brow,
Wrinkling—breeze quick, tease thick, ere day,
Clear sheer wave's sheen of green, I mean,
With twinkling wrinkles—eh?
V.
Sea sprinkles wrinkles, tinkles light