To Ocean Hazard: Gipsy

Burning fire, or blowing wind; Starry night, or glowing sun: All these thou dost bring to mind, All these match thee, one by one: Ocean is thy name, most fair! Strangest name, for thee to bear.

Daughter of the sun, and child Of the wind upon the waste; Daughter of the field and wild: Thee, what oceans have embraced? What great waves have cradled thee, That thy name is of the sea?

In thy beauty, the red earth, Full of gold and jewel stone, Flames and burns: thy happy birth Made and marked thee for her own. Winds held triumph in the trees: Thou wast lying on earth's knees.

For thine ancient people keep Still their march from land to land: Ever upon earth they sleep, Woods and fields on either hand. Not upon the barren sea Have thy people dandled thee.

Closer they, than other men, To the heart of earth have come: First the wilderness, and then Field and forest, gave them home: All their days, their hearts, they must Give to earth: and then their dust.

Was it, that they heard the sea In the surging pinewood's voice: As they pondered names, for thee Fair enough; so made their choice, Hailed thee Ocean, hailed thee queen Over glades of tossing green?