The eyeless see the ocean’s hue
Against the waves that blindly break.
Translucent lies are lost from view;
Their roaring breath the truth should wake.
O blowing winds, the waters spread,
Reform the clouds thou ageless squall!
And gathered, once, their skin to shed,
One drop of rain—a drop for all!
When Angels play, all coasts are clear,
Each droplet is a Godly sight:
What often ebbs a deadly fear
Will rise and flow unto the light.
Renounce thy burden and its swell—
A golden yoke on Eden’s shore.
If left unhindered in its spell
The callous hand divine once more!
