Poem by Bernard Barton

The Sea

BEAUTIFUL, sublime, and glorious;
Mild, majestic, foaming, free, -
Over time itself victorious,
Image of eternity!

Sun and moon and stars shine o'er thee,
See thy surface ebb and flow,
Yet attempt not to explore thee
In thy soundless depths below.

Whether morning's splendors steep thee
With the rainbow's glowing grace,
Tempests rouse, or navies sweep thee,
'Tis but for a moment's space.

Earth, - her valleys and her mountains,
Mortal man's behests obey;
The unfathomable fountains
Scoff his search and scorn his sway.

Such art thou, stupdendous ocean!
But, if overwhelmed by thee,
Can we think, without emotion,
What must thy Creator be? 

1. Leiston Abbey
2. Meditations
3. Verses on the Gateway Still Standing at Nettlestead, Suffolk
4. Benhall
5. «Which Things are a Shadow»

Richard Stoddard The Sea ("Through the night, through the night")

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