THE SEA I come to see the boundless ocean From Stony Hill on eastern shore Water rolls in rhythmic motion, Islands stand amid its roar. Tress on trees, from peak to peak, Grass on grass, lush far and night, Autumn winds blow drear and bleak, Monstrous billows surge up high. Sun by day, moon by night Appear to rise up from the deep. The Milky Way with stars to sleep. How happy I feel at this sight! I sing this poem in sheer delight.