ON MY DEATH

May that distant sky receding
Forever in the foaming sea;
May the line of the horizon, bleeding
Seasons from infinity;

May the flooding ocean sandbars
Catch the tides and stop the winds
That wash our hours out of stars;
May my childhood summers break and rinse

Over all the torches in the night,
Over all the dark that worlds pit
Against the breezes of the light−
May the waves the future tries to fit

On its dying continental shelf
Drown, and mix, and swell the beaches with
myself.