To mingle with the Universe and feel
What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.
The sea, the sky with its stars and clouds, and the mountains, are his passion:
Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean--roll!
Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain;
Man marks the earth with ruin--his control
Stops with the shore; upon the watery plain
The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain
A shadow of man's ravage, save his own,