Save me and hide me with all thy waves, I shall sleep, and move with the moving ships, I shall rise with thy rising, with thee subside; Sleep, and not know if she be, if she were,— Filled full with life to the eyes and hair, As a rose is full filled to the rose-leaf tips With splendid summer and perfume and pride. This woven raiment of nights and days, Were it once cast off and unwound from me, Naked and glad would I walk in thy ways, Alive and aware of thy waves and thee; Clear of the whole world, hidden at home, Clothed with the green, and crowned with the foam, A pulse of the life of thy straits and bays, A vein in the heart of the streams of the Sea. ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE. 66 OCEAN. FROM THE COURSE OF TIME," BOOK I. GREAT Ocean! strongest of creation's sons, That rolled the wild, profound, eternal bass As pleased the ear of God! original, Loud uttering satire, day and night, on each Thou bowedest thy glorious head to none, fearedst none, Heardst none, to none didst honor, but to God Thy great obeisance. THE SEA. ROBERT POLLOK. THE Sea! the sea! the open sea! It runneth the earth's wide regions round; I'm on the sea! I'm on the sea! I am where I would ever be; With the blue above, and the blue below, If a storm should come and wake the deep, I love, O, how I love to ride On the fierce, foaming, bursting tide, |