Roll on,| thou deep and dark blue ocean - roll!
Ten thousand fleets| sweep over thee in vain;
Man marks the earth with ruin - his control
Stops with the shore; - upon the watery plain
The wrecks are all thy deed,| nor doth remain
A shadow of man's ravage,| save his own,|
When for a moment, like a drop of rain,|
He sinks into thy depth| with bubbling groan|
Without a grave,| unknelled| uncoffined | and unknown.