The Damned Ship Lurched And Slithered. Quiet And Quick My Cold Gorge Rose; The Long Sea Rolled; I Knew I Must Think Hard Of Something, Or Be Sick; And Could Think Hard Of Only One Thing, You! You, You Alone Could Hold My Fancy Ever! And With You Memories Come, Sharp Pain, And Dole. Now There'S A Choice, Heartache Or Tortured Liver! A Sea-Sick Body, Or A You-Sick Soul! Do I Forget You? Retchings Twist And Tie Me, Old Meat, Good Meals, Brown Gobbets, Up I Throw. Do I Remember? Acrid Return And Slimy, The Sobs And Slobber Of A Last Years Woe. And Still The Sick Ship Rolls. 'Tis Hard, I Tell Ye, To Choose 'Twixt Love And Nausea, Heart And Belly.