Island

I am no man, though men climb on my back

and tangle in my teeth when ships are wrecked.

My shingle-stomached bays have hugged the keels

of lymphads long ago. My tall sea cliffs,

whose ramparts lie concealed in cloud and mist

deep-pierced and bristling with the loud complaint

of gulls, receive the sea's ceaseless assault,

ridden by intrepidity of men. And yet,

I remain un-won. I am what stays

when all of what once was is washed away.

sister sea, o sister sea,

o please bring no more men to me.

sister sea, o sister sea,

o please bring no more men to me,

o sister sea