The steel that sleeps the eye
Needs nor tax nor toll
The kings with men might lie

Swollen and halo'd

Her sweetest skin burns


Now I've buried all the gold beneath my hide
Now I'll swallow breath with blood


Of pole and anchor
Of stone and mitre

Of god and beast and
Wine and fish and man


The virgin ground stains

Now we've wandered through the polestar's dusty floe

And my crown is breath and blood