His Sailing From Julia

When that day comes, whose evening says I'm goneUnto that watery desolation,Devoutly to thy closet-gods then prayThat 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 meFor 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 dwellIn thy remembrance, Julia. So farewell.