Wreck of a Tea Clipper
Here the fabric of a ship
Succumbed to time and tide,
Hordes of nature came to grip,
Devouring wood
To death for good.
Angry thunderbolts converged,
The clipper, proudly manned
Listed starboard and submerged
Towards the fort
Of briny salt.
In the spread of hungry cells
Her cabins all became
Parasitic citadels;
The deck is dim
Where fishes swim.
Like the crew’s abandoned bones
The rigging and the mast
Gave themselves to Davy Jones,
The clipper lies,
A relished prize.
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Here the fabric of a ship
Succumbed to time and tide,
Hordes of nature came to grip,
Devouring wood
To death for good.
Angry thunderbolts converged,
The clipper, proudly manned
Listed starboard and submerged
Towards the fort
Of briny salt.
In the spread of hungry cells
Her cabins all became
Parasitic citadels;
The deck is dim
Where fishes swim.
Like the crew’s abandoned bones
The rigging and the mast
Gave themselves to Davy Jones,
The clipper lies,
A relished prize.
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