And knowing not which sense to send
A chorus,  verse,  or vision went
Attached to hope off to the wind
Seeking the one for whom 'twas meant
To pull a heart, remind a soul
Rouse a ***** from its safe sleep
Stir water in a stagnant hole
And cull remembrance from the deep
Either hope, wind or current failed
So land no song, no writ, nor sight
Just muddy water has prevailed
And darkness still obscures the light