Sea, Rivers and Oceans

The deep

 

And the stately ships go on

 

I hope the Pacific is as blue as it has been in my dreams. I hope .

 

Till last by Philip's farm I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on forever.

Sweet and low, sweet and low,

 

There hath he lain for ages and will lie

 

Below the thunders of the upper deep;

 

Break, break, break,

 

great heaven of whales in the waters, old hierarchies. And enormous mother whales lie dreaming suckling their whale-tender young and dreaming with strange whale eyes wide open in the waters of the beginning and the end.

 

Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home.

 

From the great deep to the great deep he goes.

 

I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley.

 

Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. O, well for the fisherman’s boy, That he shouts with his sister at play! O, well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But O, for the touch of a vanish’d hand, And the sound of a voice that is still!

 

There hath he lain for ages and will lie Battening upon huge seaworms in his sleep, Until the latter fire shall heat the deep; Then once by man and angels to be seen, In roaring he shall rise and on the surface die.

 

The sea is everything. It covers seven tenthsof the terrestrial globe. Its breath is pure and healthy. It is an immense desert, where man is never lonely, for he feels life stirring on all sides. The sea is only the embodiment of asupernatural and wonderful existence. It is nothing but love and emotion.

The water never formed to mind or voice,

The ever-hooded, tragic-gestured sea

She sang beyond the genius of the sea.

Men really need sea-monsters in their personal oceans. . . . An ocean without its unnamed monsters would be like a completely dreamless sleep.

The great shroud of the sea rolled on as it rolled five thousand years ago.

Water is sufficient...the spirit moves over water.

Time is but the stream I go a-fishing in.

When the sea was calm all ships alike showed mastership in floating.

Two Voices are there; one is of the sea,