Sonnet
ON THE FIRST SIGHT OF THE MEDITERRANEAN
Ocean, at last! blue deep, with splendor crowned,
Old Homer's sea, the Ocean-stream which drank
Diurnal sun and stars, and rose and sank
With the Moon's bosom: and whose mighty sound
Was heard by gods and men, when all was blank
Beyond the pillars in the West, and found
For the unknown immensity no name:
And Neptune with his white-maned horses came
Only to Atlas, and shook all the ground
With suppressed fury at the narrow bound,
O were thy gods no dream! thou crimson-stained
Old battle-plain of freedom, lost or gained,
What murmurs in thy billows might we hear
Of Salamis, Lepanto, Aboukir?
Ocean, at last! blue deep, with splendor crowned,
Old Homer's sea, the Ocean-stream which drank
Diurnal sun and stars, and rose and sank
With the Moon's bosom: and whose mighty sound
Was heard by gods and men, when all was blank
Beyond the pillars in the West, and found
For the unknown immensity no name:
And Neptune with his white-maned horses came
Only to Atlas, and shook all the ground
With suppressed fury at the narrow bound,
O were thy gods no dream! thou crimson-stained
Old battle-plain of freedom, lost or gained,
What murmurs in thy billows might we hear
Of Salamis, Lepanto, Aboukir?
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