YOUNG, the naked stoker who went <br />Mad with the fires and leapt to the sea, <br />Boyhood still in the voice that sent <br />One shrill cry back from eternity. <br />Perchance from the phosphorescent gleams <br />That shot through our wake of swirling foam, <br />On his delirious brain flashed dreams <br />Of a waiting mother, an English home. <br />The ocean clad him in cool, soft robe; <br />The ship fled on, as the guilty flee; <br />And the sun, a crimson-belted globe, <br />Slipped down to comfort him under the sea.<br /><br />Katharine Lee Bates<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/man-overboard-2/
