A white mist drifts across the shrouds,
A wild moon in this wintry sky
Gleams like an angry lion's eye
Out of a mane of tawny clouds.
The muffled steersman at the wheel
Is but a shadow in the gloom;--
And in the throbbing engine-room
Leap the long rods of polished steel.
The shattered storm has left its trace
Upon this huge and heaving dome,
For the thin threads of yellow foam
Float on the waves like ravelled lace.
An expressive solo depicting images in the poem "La Mer" by Oscar Wilde...bittersweet beauty of a storm-tossed sea, pulsing engines, and wisps of foam and spray skittering on the wind.
