  Gods of the sea; Ino, Leaving warm meads For the green, grey-green fastnesses Of the great deeps; And Palemon, Bright striker of sea-shaft, Hear me. Let all whom the sea loveth, Come to its altar front, And I Who can offer no other sacrifice to thee Bring this. Broken by great waves, The wavelets flung it here, This sea-gliding creature, This strange creature like a weed, Covered with salt foam, Torn from the hillocks Of rock. I, Hermonax, Caster of nets, Risking chance, Plying the sea craft, Came on it. Cometh gift of sea wrack; I, Hermonax, offer it To thee, Ino, And to Palemon. H. D.
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