And giving to the glancing sea-bird’s wing
The semblance of a meteor.
Mighty sea!
Cameleon-like thou changest, but there’s love
In all thy change, and constant sympathy
With yonder Sky—thy Mistress; from her brow
Thou tak’st thy moods and wear’st her colours on
Thy faithful bosom; morning’s milky white,
Noon’s sapphire, or the saffron glow of eve;
And all thy balmier hours, fair Element,