The ocean said to me once,
“Look!
Yonder on the shore
Is a woman, weeping.
I have watched her.
Go you and tell her this —
Her lover I have laid
In cool green hall.
There is wealth of golden sand
And pillars, coral-red;
Two white fish stand guard at his bier.
“Tell her this
And more —
That the king of the seas
Weeps too, old, helpless man.
The bustling fates
Heap his hands with corpses
Until he stands like a child
With a surplus of toys.”
This poem is beautiful. a woman weeps, sure her love is dead, but with no proof. The sea comments on how the god of the sea buried him in a beautiful place, and he weeps too, unable to change fate. Fate kills so many, and leaves them in his hands…and he can do nothing but weep along