Turn to ash, O Great Sea.
For onto thee, hath shadows been cast
Speak with but a whisper, from thy final breath
And eek out life, whilst life still sings
Its solemn requiem.

The stories of man, like ebb and tide
Shalt crash in the rocks; sink beneath sand
Yet once again we shalt mix with the ocean abundant
Stir to a whirl, and choose thy true form
The choice is yours.