Lie Still, Sleep Becalmed - Richard Burton

Lie still sleep becalmed

Sufferer with the wound

In the throat burning and turning

All night afloat

On the silent sea we have heard the sound

That came from the wound wrapped

In the salt sheet

Under the mile off moon we trembled listening

To the sea sound flowing like

Blood from the loud wound

And when the salt sheet broke

In a storm of singing

The voices of all the drowned swam on the wind

Open a pathway through the slow sad sail

Throw wide to the wind

The gates of the wandering boat

For my voyage to begin to the end of my wound

We heard the sea sound sing

We saw the salt sheet tell

Lie still sleep becalmed

Hide the mouth in the throat

Or we shall obey

And ride with you through the drowned