THOUGH formed of what by all is prized,
I'm universally despised:
Though light[6] myself, I darken you;
And though I'm missed, I balk your view.
In cities is my favorite haunt,
Although afloat I also flaunt:
Land travellers e'er rail at me,
While sailors wish me in the sea.
Yet, spite of all their dire abuse,
The wise will deem I serve some use.