IV.— ANNIHILATED

Upon the sweltering sea's enormous round, Asmoke, adazzle, brown and brown and gold, A hushed light falls.... Then clouds without a sound Darken the sea within their curtain's fold.

The sombre clouds through which the sick sun climbs Smoke slowly on. Below there is no breath. The long black beach turns livid. The sea chimes. I taste the fulness of my spirit's death.