~ 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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