The Sea

Full of beauty, power, and strength None but the wildest heart feels pain; Its waves have gathered tenderness’s mirth Once, wracked, and many times again.

And in its depths pour forth the voice Of spirits bending round in delight, The ceaseless lark, the tree at hand
All speak to me, in friendship’s stance.

The sky above, is so wondrous calm; Its billows glimmer, break, and fold; And earth applauds the siren’s song, Flowing softly, grief, despair are but awaiting,

• Lord Byron