The Old Sea Captain

In a Mediterranean blue cabin of sleep rocked to the sea beat in his ears what big seas of dreams run in the Captain's sleep over what blue whaled waves does he sail in a rainbow hail of flying-fishes he can see the Atlantic from his bed where he now lies night and day night and day eating his bread and slops the quiet cripple dreaming staring at the sea and the skies he will lie here till the sky goes out and the sea stops