George Sterling - The Fog-Sea II lyrics

O phantom sea, pale spirit of unrest! There is no thunder where your billows break. Morning shall be your strand; your waters make An island of the mountain-top, whose crest Is lonely on the ocean of your breast. No sail is there save what our visions take Of mist and moonlight, on whose ghostly wake Our dreams go forth unuttered to the West. The splendour on your tides is high and far, Seen by the mind alone, whose wings can sweep On wilder glories and a vaster deep. Chill are your gulfs, O sea without a song! Hiding the heavens from man, man from the star, To which your parent sea endures as long.