I saw a tract of ocean locked in-land Within a field's embrace - The very sea! Afar it fled the strand And gave the seasons chase, And met the night alone, the tempest spanned, Saw sunrise face to face.
O Poet, more than ocean, lonelier! In inaccessible rest And storm remote, thou, sea of thoughts, dost stir, Scattered through east to west, - Now, while thou closest with the kiss of her Who locks thee to her breast.
