Ocean, pray, how deep are you?
Ocean wide, how old?
Could I but wander, wander through Your blue depths, silent--cold!
Old Ocean, your sheer, satin gown, Is good and fair to see:
Those that with battered wrecks go down, In it shall folded be.
Then give me, Ocean, restless strength
To travel o'er you far,
To know your reach and sinuous length,
Till towering mountains bar
