This tale is true, and mine. It tells

How the sea took me, swept me back

And forth in sorrow and fear and pain

Showed me suffering in a hundred ships,

In a thousand ports, and in me. It tells

Of smashing surf when I sweated in the cold

Of an anxious watch, perched in the bow

As it dashed under cliffs. My feet were cast

In icy bands, bound with frost,

With frozen chains, and hardship groaned

Around my heart. Hunger tore

At my sea-weary soul. No man sheltered

On the quiet fairness of earth can feel

How wretched I was, drifting through winter

On an ice-cold sea, whirled in sorrow,

Alone in a world blown clear of love,

Hung with icicles. The hailstorms flew.

The only sound was the roaring sea,

The freezing waves. The song of the swan

Might serve for pleasure, the...