⁠I SAW a tract of ocean locked inland,
⁠Within a field's embrace—
The very sea! afar it fled the strand,
⁠⁠And gave the seasons chase,
⁠And met the night alone, the tempest spanned,
⁠⁠Saw sunrise face to face.

⁠O Poet, more than ocean, lonelier!
⁠⁠In inaccessible rest
And storm remote, thou, sea of thoughts, dost err
⁠⁠Scattered through east to west,—
⁠Now, while thou closest with the kiss of her
⁠⁠Who locks thee to her breast.