Burning fire, or blowing wind; Starry night, or glowing sun: All these thou dost bring to mind, Burning fire, or blowing wind; All these match thee, one by one: Starry night, or glowing sun: Ocean is thy name, most fair! All these thou dost bring to mind, Strangest name, for thee to bear. All these match thee, one by one: Daughter of the sun, and child Ocean is thy name, most fair! Of the wind upon the waste; Strangest name, for thee to bear. Daughter of the field and wild: Thee, what oceans have embraced? What great waves have cradled thee, Daughter of the sun, and child That thy name is of the sea? Of the wind upon the waste; In thy beauty, the red earth, Daughter of the field and wild: Full of gold and jewel stone, Thee, what oceans have embraced? Flames and burns: thy happy birth What great waves have cradled thee, Made and marked thee for her own. That thy name is of the sea? Winds held triumph in the trees: Thou wast lying on earth's knees. For thine ancient people keep In thy beauty, the red earth, Still their march from land to land: Full of gold and jewel stone, Ever upon earth they sleep, Flames and burns: thy happy birth Woods and fields on either hand. Made and marked thee for her own. Not upon the barren sea Winds held triumph in the trees: Have thy people dandled thee. Thou wast lying on earth's knees. Closer they, than other men, To the heart of earth have come: First the wilderness, and then For thine ancient people keep Field and forest, gave them home: Still their march from land to land: All their days, their hearts, they must Ever upon earth they sleep, Give to earth: and then their dust. Woods and fields on either hand. Was it, that they heard the sea Not upon the barren sea In the surging pinewood's voice: Have thy people dandled thee. As they pondered names, for thee Fair enough; so made their choice, Hailed thee Ocean, hailed thee queen Closer they, than other men, Over glades of tossing green.- To the heart of earth have come: -1888 First the wilderness, and then Field and forest, gave them home: All their days, their hearts, they must Give to earth: and then their dust. Was it, that they heard the sea In the surging pinewood's voice: As they pondered names, for thee Fair enough; so made their choice, Hailed thee Ocean, hailed thee queen Over glades of tossing green? |