Shall I rebuke thee, Ocean, my old love, <br />That once, in rage, with the wild winds at strife, <br />Thou darest menace my unit of a life, <br />Sending my clay below, my soul above, <br />Whilst roar'd thy waves, like lions when they rove <br />By night, and bound upon their prey by stealth! <br />Yet didst thou n'er restore my fainting health?— <br />Didst thou ne'er murmur gently like the dove? <br />Nay, dost thou not against my own dear shore <br />Full break, last link between my land and me?— <br />My absent friends talk in thy very roar, <br />In thy waves' beat their kindly pulse I see, <br />And, if I must not see my England more, <br />Next to her soil, my grave be found in thee!<br /><br />Thomas Hood<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-to-ocean/
