of yawl and ketch

I have been on watch. Belowstairs, and, Below

Decks. I have watched Night in her fast, Her Feast! O Bellow

-ing Night! Your dark glow, Your worms, Your past. You-Who

Always approach with deceptive, with rosy Retinue

Of dawn. Of dusk. Like you, I have a smallish Task.

O Night, You Tragedian! You placed such splendid Hall

-ucinations before me. Aft

-er those after hours I Yaw

And I catch, but they, They carry it with them, steadily Abaft:

Their hips, their faces, Their breasts, their Masks.