Poe - v06
It was the oldest dragon of the fens,
Whose forky flag-wings and horn-crested head
O'er crags and marshes regal sway had held ;
And now he rose up, like an embodied curse,
From all the doomed, fast sinking -some just sunk-
Looked landward o'er the sea, and flapped his vans,
Until Poseidon drew them swirling down.
Whose forky flag-wings and horn-crested head
O'er crags and marshes regal sway had held ;
And now he rose up, like an embodied curse,
From all the doomed, fast sinking -some just sunk-
Looked landward o'er the sea, and flapped his vans,
Until Poseidon drew them swirling down.
