Now rolls the sounding Ocean
'Neath nights tenebrious wing
How wild is that eternal motion
That sullen slow unceasing swing
Of waves & billows loudly roaring
Under cloud-becurtained skies
Up the scattered foam-bell flies
While down the dashing torrent's pouring
And rejoicing in the storm
Glides through all the aeriel form
Of some snow [w]hite sea-bird fair
Borne on sleek wings light as air
Now the dull uncertain sound
Of rising wind moans oft around
'Neath nights tenebrious wing
How wild is that eternal motion
That sullen slow unceasing swing
Of waves & billows loudly roaring
Under cloud-becurtained skies
Up the scattered foam-bell flies
While down the dashing torrent's pouring
And rejoicing in the storm
Glides through all the aeriel form
Of some snow [w]hite sea-bird fair
Borne on sleek wings light as air
Now the dull uncertain sound
Of rising wind moans oft around