Derelict

Is it possible that I Here in shallow waters lie, Keeled to starboard on the sand Far too near to be to land? Three strong masts are misty white, Bleached by days of burning light; Time indeed has done enough, But I'm made of stronger stuff Than the other wrecks around, Skeletons upon the sound. Nothing but their shriveled bones Through which tide-rip creeps and No, my hulk's as strong to-day, Strong as when the ladies gay Walked my decks with sailors bold Telling tales of days of old, Then my messroom heard a toast, Earth no finer one could boast. Yes, it's strange to think that I Here in shallow waters lie, I who sailed unfathomed seas Should be lying here at ease.