~ A poem by Benjamin Franklin Field

Ocean, pray, how deep are you?
Ocean wide, how old?
Could I but wander, wander through

Your blue depths, silent--cold
Old Ocean, your sheer, satin gown,
Is good and fair to see
Those that with battered wrecks go down,
In it shall folded be
Then give me, Ocean, restless strength
To travel o'er you far
To know your reach and sinuous length
Till towering mountains bar
Ocean, how deep are you?

[Modell: Anna Eklöf]

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