Hart Crane - At Melville's Tomb lyrics

Often beneath the wave, wide from this ledge The dice of drowned men's bones he saw bequeath An emba**y. Their numbers as he watched, Beat on the dusty shore and were obscured. And wrecks pa**ed without sound of bells, The calyx of d**h's bounty giving back A scattered chapter, livid hieroglyph, The portent wound in corridors of shells. Then in the circuit calm of one vast coil, Its lashings charmed and malice reconciled, Frosted eyes there were that lifted altars; And silent answers crept across the stars. Compa**, quadrant and s**tant contrive No farther tides . . . High in the azure steeps Monody shall not wake the mariner. This fabulous shadow only the sea keeps.