Thy hair unshackled streaming towards the west,
The crimson ‘Gloriana’ burning bright
Upon thy breast.
But as they gaze, the vision fades away,
Dragged to the depths by iron hand and chain;
The seamew shrieks, and darkness o’er the world
Resumes his reign.
J. B. F.
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