In the lone presence of the ocean free,
Suspended like a bird above the sea,
My bounding soul is apt
To mingle, as its own,
Among the waters, like a privileged thing;
Or, as a seamew spreads its radiant wing,
On the wild breezes thrown,
To wander far away
Above the breakers, and then strength inhale;
Or float, like one inspired, upon the gale,