SEA-SIDE THOUGHTS. And I have loved thee, Ocean! BYRON. There is a glorious City in the Sea. ROGERS. Sorgono altiere e minacciose l'onde: Mugghiando sopra il mar va il gregge bianco. ARIOSTO. SEA-SIDE THOUGHTS. THOU great and glorious Ocean!-how I love By the storm's desolating hand imprest, Aye, I do love thee, when the tempests ride, And gentlest zephyrs waft along the deep, Gazes in wonder that thou hast been wrath: In storm or calm, thou'rt glorious to me, I love to sit upon the rocky verge Of some high crag, whose foot thy angry surge Mimicking winter's attributes so well, We gaze, and wonder what could raise the spell, And lend such wizard power to earthly things, That now seem launched upon a thousand wings, And plunge aloft, in wild essays to rise, And join their fleecy kindred of the skies. How various thy garb!—and, oh! how fair— Who, that looks on thee, feels not God is there? Oft, as thy waves exultingly roll by, Methinks I hear, amid the wind's low sigh, A gentle murmur, a soft thrilling tone, Of those loved, lost ones, that are now all flown Scattered afar through many a distant clime,- When, young in years, and yet unscathed in heart, Our steps then traced!—and, oh! have they forgot?— Of their loved voices' music o'er the main; For forms borne hence across thy stormy tide Around me rise, in all their beauty's pride; с |