⁠All unseen, but divined and dear,
⁠Thrilled the touch of the sea's breath near:
⁠All unheard, but alive like sound,
⁠Throbbed the sense of the sea's life round:
⁠Round us, near us, in depth and height,
⁠Soft as darkness and keen as light.

And the dawn leapt in at my casement: and there, as I
⁠rose, at my feet
No waves of the landlocked waters, no lake submissive
⁠and sweet,
Soft slave of the lordly seasons, whose breath may loose
⁠it or freeze;
But to left and to right and ahead was the ripple whose
⁠pulse is the sea's.
From the gorge we had travelled by starlight the sunrise,
⁠winged and aflame,
Shone large on the live wide wavelets that shuddered
⁠with joy as it came;