'But I that know nor lord nor life
⁠More sure than storm or spray,
Whose breath is made of sport and strife,
⁠Whereon shall I find stay?'

'And wouldst thou change thy doom with me,
⁠Full fain with thee would I:
For the life that lightens and lifts the sea
⁠Is more than earth or sky.

'And what if the day of doubt and doom
⁠Shall save nor smite not me?
I would not rise from the slain world's tomb
⁠If there be no more sea.

'Take he my soul that gave my soul,
⁠And give it thee to keep;
And me, while seas and stars shall roll
⁠Thy life that falls on sleep.'