text:  Bound of my spirit's aspiration! How often on thy shore O Sea! I've roved in gloomy meditation Tired with my mighty ministry! Thine echoes--oh how I have loved them! Dread sounds--the voices of the Deep! Thy waves--or rock'd in sunset sleep Or when the tempest-blast had moved them! The fisher's peaceful sail may glide-- If such thy will--in safety gleaming Mid thy dark surges rolling wide; But thou awak'st in sportful seeming-- And navies perish in thy tide! How oft was mock'd my wild endeavour To leave the dull unmoving strand To hail thee Sea; to leave thee never And o'er thy foam to guide for ever My course with free poetic hand