The Sea

Distant, grand, the ocean roars,
In tumult green, with mighty scores;
A symphony of crashing waves,
Unfolding tales of sailors’ graves.

On shore, the pebbles, smooth and round,
In salty air, memories abound;
This primal force that shapes the land,
Calls forth the dreamer’s guiding hand.

O endless blue, with mysteries deep,
In your embrace shall all souls sleep;
From shore to shore, in soft retreat,
You whisper to the heart, so sweet.

• Alphonse de Lamartine