And I have loved thee, Ocean! and my joy
Of youthful sports was on they breast to be
Borne, like thy bubbles, onward. From a boy
I wanton'd with thy breakers -- they to me
Were a delight; and if the freshening sea
Made them a terror -- 'twas a pleasing fear;
For I was as it were a child of thee,
And trusted to thy billows far and near,
And laid my hand upon they mane -- as I do here.
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