THE BOUNDLESS SEA
The sea, the sea, the boundless seaIf only you could speak to me
You've wandered round since time began
Who on earth can measure your span?
Where do you go in the evening mist?
How many faraway shores have you kissed?
How many meetings with distant beaches
Thrusting inland to hidden reaches.
What thrilling dramas and riddles you keep
Of treasures and galleons sunk in the deep
What fabled monsters exist 'neath your waves?
Hiding the secrets of submarine graves
If you could reveal half your secrets to me
What a book I could write of the tales of the sea.
JONATHAN BRYANT