With madness I rave—by day and by night, defamation!

Jehovah, release me! Jehovah! if still Thou art God!

[Pg 22]

[Pg 22]

TO THE SEA

Art thou enraged, O sea, with the blue peace

Of heaven, so to uplift thine armèd waves,

Thy billowing rebellion 'gainst its ease,

And with Tartarean mutter from cold caves,

From shuddering profundities where shapes

Of awe glide thro' entangled leagues of ooze,

To hoot thy watery omens evermore,

And evermore thy moanings interfuse

With seething necromancy and mad lore?

Or, dost thou labour with the drifting bones

Of countless dead, thou mighty Alchemist,

Within whose stormy crucible the stones

Of sunk primordial shores, granite and schist,

Are crumbled by thine all-abrasive beat?

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