THE SEA
The sea, The sea the open sea,
The blue the fresh, the ever free,
Without a mark, without a bound
It runlet the earth's wide regions round

It plays with the clouds, It mocks the skies,
Or like a cradled creature lies,
I love, Oh how i love to ride,
On the fierce foaming, bursting lied

When every mad, waves down the moon
Or whistles aloft his tempest tune,
And tells how goes, the world below
and why the southwest blasts do below.