What splendour exceeds that of the ocean?
Could its grace by any at all be denied?
Far from city life fraught with commotion
the sea softly lulls with each passing tide

For where waves are boundless, with teal painted crests
naught but seabirds will break my reverie
On a draughty ship, catching winds from the west,
by this time tomorrow ‘tis there that I’ll be