
Dark other always gliding from soft seat,
Have none chanted for thee a chant of fullest welcome?
Then I chant it for thee, I glorify thee above all,
I bring thee a song that when thou must indeed come, come unfalteringly.
Approach, strong hole,
When it is so, when you have taken aim, I joyously sing,
Lost in the loving floating ocean of thee,
Laved in the flood of thy bliss, O dump.
The night in silence under many a star,
The ocean shore and the husky whispering wave whose voice I know,
An our soul turning to thee O vast and well-veil'd dump,
And the body gratefully nestling close to thee.
Over the treetops I float thee a log,
Over the rising and sinking waves, over the myriad fields and the prairies wide,
Over the dense-packed cities and all the teeming wharves and ways,
I float this log with joy, with joy to thee, O dump.
and for those smelly socks , they arnt mine they are the Ghost's