sea
Before Fear was called forth from underground.
Then Quiet, from the Nothingness of Space,
Gazed down on Chaos with untroubled face,
Such as babes have who enter Life still-born;
For Evening Strife, nor Hurricane of Morn,
Had then perturbed God's wonted resting-place.
Now, though through utterest lands we wend our
way,
We hear thy footstep, so we cannot stay;