Fortuna, I am a Spear Fisherman

Keep your weary heart of water
Over land they built an altar
Keep your weary heart of water
Over land they built an altar

The ground subdued
It tears at the roots
The worst is near
And I wonder what it
Begged and tied under night
Begged and tied under night

Keep your weary heart of water
Over land they built an altar
Keep your weary heart of water
Over land they built an altar

Just exactly plagued and forth died
Shadows sweat are rigged and forthright

["The Purse Seine" by Robinson Jeffers]