His Sailing from Julia

  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.

Closet-gods, the Roman Lares.
Remora, the sea Lamprey or suckstone, believed to check the course of
  ships by clinging to their keels.

Curated by First Verse from the public domain