The kingly element!—Its dark blue waves
Were ever like some gentle friends to me!
For oft, in dreams, I’ve wandered through its caves
Like some pale spirit of the dead, now free;
I’ve seen the bright, but tombless “place of graves,”
Where Ocean gathers all his dead to sleep,
The pale and shadowy sleep, which Death’s phantasms keep!
“I have a passion” for all lovely features
That deck fair nature’s ever glowing face;
Rocks, hills and waves to me seem glorious creatures,