In an old house in so many of my dreams—
A white whale for which my ships are in full sail.
I harpoon in each room; old loves lie writhing. I
t will not go away;
I can’t go out or stay.
In an old house there’s a painting of the sea,
With a cross upon a rock and wild waves toss.
Steadfast girl from the swirl holds on for dear life.
It will not go away,
I can’t go out or stay.