Moods of sea . . . .

The jocund waves wash over the golden sand,

Like white racehorses galloping,

And with them, they do bring,

The ocean’s early breeze.

 

And along with the snow-white spree,

Come pebbles, and the wonders of sea,

Grim waves washing over the shore,

Reaching, longing, yearning for more.

 

At night,when all is still and quiet,

The ocean’s lapping can be heard,

The dark waves of the ocean are back,

To Oh! The ocean revered.

 

And all through the day, 

Sprightly and gay,

Thou, ocean, can be heard,

Washing over the shore and the bay.

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