I steered her through the Java Sea
Well guided by some avatar,
Past fluted piers of porphyry,
Into calm bays at Malabar.
We sail while yet the Moon is high
With silver dust on every spar,
And well I know the Moon’s lone eye
From here to distant Zanzibar.
And polished is the hull and hold,
My ship's prow carved of ebony,
My rails all teak and worked with gold,
The sails as white as ivory.
My crew, their eyes as black as coal
Wait ever at the mast and rail
We sail the seas from Pole to Pole
Our flesh so cold and deathly pale.
Ah, we have sailed so long, so far,
Across the midnight bone-white foam,
Beneath a dark and evil star,
That leads us on, but never home.