When That Day Comes, Whose Evening Says I'm Gone Unto That Watery Desolation; Devoutly To Thy Closet-Gods Then Pray, That My Wing'D Ship May Meet No Remora. Those Deities Which Circum-Walk The Seas, And Look Upon Our Dreadful Passages, Will From All Dangers Re-Deliver Me, For One Drink-Offering Poured Out By Thee, Mercy And Truth Live With Thee! And Forbear, In My Short Absence, To Unsluice A Tear; But Yet For Love'S-Sake, Let Thy Lips Do This, Give My Dead Picture One Engendering Kiss; Work That To Life, And Let Me Ever Dwell In Thy Remembrance, Julia. So Farewell.