Poems (David)/The Pathless Deep
Jump to navigation
Jump to search
THE PATHLESS DEEP.
GIVE me, oh, give me the pathless deep,
The boundless ocean, fair and wide;
With a fine breeze rising from its sleep,
And the swiftly running tide!
The boundless ocean, fair and wide;
With a fine breeze rising from its sleep,
And the swiftly running tide!
The stately ship, with her snowy shroud,
Flinging back the glittering spray:
'Tis a sight to make the seaman proud,
As she flies on her onward way!
Flinging back the glittering spray:
'Tis a sight to make the seaman proud,
As she flies on her onward way!
Proudly she spurns the billows' crest,
As she bends 'neath the rising gales;
Along she flies, o'er the ocean's breast,
With her well filled snow-white sails!
As she bends 'neath the rising gales;
Along she flies, o'er the ocean's breast,
With her well filled snow-white sails!
Give me, give me the trackless sea—
The fair ocean so free and wide;—
'Tis all I ask,—'tis enough for me,
With a good ship for my fair bride!
The fair ocean so free and wide;—
'Tis all I ask,—'tis enough for me,
With a good ship for my fair bride!