The Grey Lover

Lover, grey lover, your arms are about me
  Through your green billows I sink to my rest;
Never again shall futilities flout me
  Rousing dim torments to harry my breast.
  Royal lost galleys about me are riding
  Tides ever surging their sea treasures bring.
  Here shall I slumber the years without number,
  Dreaming unharried like some magic king.

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