I fall as the slow sea crests
Just as hulking, white snow-tree nests
When chopping, are timber tops toppling
Waves crash as a sea bough dropping

I climb as the cliff-end peaks
Whither summit the stiff, bent creeks
Whose frowning, ice-crystal crown crowning
Holds down my heavy head drowning

I sink as the pale, rough moon's
Sloughing tides drain the stale lagoons
When flowing, brute undertow towing
Know elsewhere the white waves growing