Ah, the sea;
‘Tis a fair wondrous
Thing indeed
For such as he,
Who cannot but marvel
At its strange
Iniquity,
Nor fathom the
Depths of
Creation’s all.

I would repeat
Ten thousand times
(And shall!)
Those words and
Feelings
Inspired unto me.

(And have!)

Robbed is he
Of the very words
By the sea’s immensity.
And the feeling
When the mind
Is on her and
About her:
Tranquility.

Take him!

Beauty;
Though seeming grand
It is not plenary:
It is but eyeball deep.

How immense or grand
Could this,
Not covering four-fifths
Of this billionth
Part of a
Billionth part
Of this
Speck
Among specks
In the universe
Be?

What does that make
He?
Who knows not
The true tranquility;
Sees not real
Beauty;
Knows not the
Vast immensity;
All of which
He is a part.

Of which –
He is all.