Near and Far (Blunden)/Inland Sea

by Edmund Blunden

Inland Sea

  Here in the moonlit sea, While swift we fly, while tranced we gaze, The fishers wind their ancient ways:Now like sea-lilies loom their luring sails,Or heaven's envoys walking fountained vales;  And now by one deflection dark,  Like waiting vultures of the night Each pirate blackness skulks, a murderous mark  Begotten by a thing of light,Like apprehension's baffling destiny.