Shelley was drowned near here. Arms at his side
He fell submissive through the waves, and he
Was but a minor conquest of the sea:
The darkness he met was nurse not bride.
Others make gestures with arms open wide,
Compressing in the minutes before death
What great expense of muscle and of breath
They would have made if they had never died.
Byron was worth the seas pursuit. His touch
Was masterful to water, audience
To which he could could react until an end.
Strong swimmers, fishermen, explorers: such
Dignify death by thriftless violence -
Squandering with so little left to spend.
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