[00:14.174] High howled the wind, the Ocean hurled
[00:16.819] His mass of crested jet uncurled
[00:19.529] Against the sea-wall and the tower
[00:21.837] Where Dahud and her paramour
[00:23.706] In shuttered silence , silky white
[00:25.695] Lay side by side the live-long night
[00:29.029] Confusedly in Dahud's arm
[00:31.186] He felt presentiment of harm
[00:33.316] Raising his ears from her white skin
[00:35.532] And heart's noise , to the people's din
[00:38.095] And beyond them , the growling roar
[00:40.517] Of angry Ocean at the door.
[00:46.610] "Go to the window," then said she,
[00:52.195] "Tell me the movement of the sea.
[00:57.733] His colour and his strategy."
[01:03.905] "Lady, his waves are green as glass,
[01:08.607] The sky is jet , the small skiffs pass.
[01:12.234] From gulf to gulf like flying things
[01:16.490] Soaked through, sucked down, with sodden wings."
[01:27.003] "Then come to me and my embrace --
[01:32.931] I will press kisses on thy face
[01:38.311] Whose heat and sharpness shall occlude
[01:44.038] The murmuring of the multitude,
[01:49.933] The rumble of the waters rude.
[01:55.824] The murmuring of the multitude."
[02:42.117] "Go to the window, tell to me
[02:47.483] The height and movement of the sea
[02:53.528] His colour and his strategy."
[02:59.629] "Lady, his wave are black and boil,
[03:04.166] Like stinking pitch, like raging oil,
[03:08.084] He mounts and mounts, his million jaws
[03:12.342] Snatch at the tower with open maws."
[04:00.488] "No one, no myriad, open, high,
[04:04.620] Lady I cannot see the sky.
[04:08.261] The stars are out, the waters race,
[04:11.930] The very tower sways and strains."
[04:15.955] He laughs with rage, flings his fist down,
[04:19.914] "Now rise up, lady, or we drown."
[04:28.984] Christabel LaMotte, The City of Is
[04:29.550] Possession, A S Byatt