The oceans speak of power, might, design. I sit upon this cliff-top now and mourn at tales the oceans tell to my decline. They tell me of the ships they love to scorn. They laugh regarding sailors they have drowned. They cough up all the pieces they have torn. Then noticing a silence—much of sound!…
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