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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - The Sea Diver
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My way is on the bright blue sea,
   My sleep upon its rocking tide;
And many an eye has followed me
   Where billows clasp the worn seaside.

My plumage bears the crimson blush,
   When ocean by the sun is kissed!
When fades the evening`s purple flush,
   My dark wing cleaves the silver mist.

Full many a fathom down beneath
   The bright arch of the splendid deep
My ear has heard the sea-shell breathe
   O`er living myriads in their sleep.

They rested by the coral throne,
   And by the pearly diadem;
Where the pale sea-grape had o`ergrown
   The glorious dwellings made for them.

At night upon my storm-drench`d wing,
   I poised above a helmless bark,
And soon I saw the shattered thing
   Had passed away and left no mark.

And when the wind and storm were done,
   a ship, that had rode out the gale,
Sunk down, without a signal-gun,
   And none was left to tell the tale.

I saw the pomp of day depart--
   The cloud resign its golden crown,
When to the ocean`s beating heart
   The sailor`s wasted corse went down.

Peace be to those whose graves are made
   Beneath the bright and silver sea!
Peace - that their relics there were laid
   With no vain pride and pageantry.
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