At nightfall , the pretty Ganges
Wore black sequined satin dress
And a splendid necklace studded
With inverted lights under bridge.
A flickering flame of the lantern
In our boat was reluctant to dance
To a passing wind’s death-tune .
Near a jetty was monstrous ship
Brooding over a dark loneliness
As its cavernous stomach ached
With darkest secrets of high seas.