Hiram Ladd Spencer - The Sea lyrics

O Sea, that to these grey and solemn shores Dost pour thy plaint through all the circling years; I would that to my ever-listening ears Some spirit might translate thy language! Roars The wave that spends its force against the rocks That its a**aults deride; a giant's pain It voices! Soft dost thou complain By pebbly beach to Summer's fields and flocks. Tell'st thou of cities hid beneath thy breast? Of famed Atlantis, known in story only? Of sepulchres innumerable, where rest The wrecks of ages, peacefully and lonely? Tell why thou plaintest, melancholy sea! And the sea answers, Hush, it may not be.