STANZAS ON THE OCEAN.
O OCEAN! would that I might dwell
Upon thy sparkling breast;
On thy blue depths I love so well,
That I might find a rest!
I feel that dry and dusty land
Was never framed for me;
For I would leave my native land
To course upon the sea!
Upon thy sparkling breast;
On thy blue depths I love so well,
That I might find a rest!
I feel that dry and dusty land
Was never framed for me;
For I would leave my native land
To course upon the sea!
A race with some wild snowy gull
Upon the mighty deep;
The white foam falling from the hull,
As a midnight watch to keep!
For I feel the wild and eddying tide,
The fathomless and the free;
The noble ocean pure and wide,
That they were formed for me!
Upon the mighty deep;
The white foam falling from the hull,
As a midnight watch to keep!
For I feel the wild and eddying tide,
The fathomless and the free;
The noble ocean pure and wide,
That they were formed for me!
The moon is on the waters bright,
The sail beats on the mast,
Just ruffled by the winds so light,
That softly whisper past.
Rocked to sleep by the gentle waves,
That ripple round her bow;
Like a swan she sits upon the deep,
And all is well below!
The sail beats on the mast,
Just ruffled by the winds so light,
That softly whisper past.
Rocked to sleep by the gentle waves,
That ripple round her bow;
Like a swan she sits upon the deep,
And all is well below!
Softly o'er the ocean's shore
There comes a phantom train,
With many a fairy dancing gleam,
Over the midnight main.
I scarce can think the smiling deep
Can wear so fair a phase;
Far down a watch it safely keeps,
On the sailor's lonely grave.
There comes a phantom train,
With many a fairy dancing gleam,
Over the midnight main.
I scarce can think the smiling deep
Can wear so fair a phase;
Far down a watch it safely keeps,
On the sailor's lonely grave.