Florence Earle Coates,
Lyrics of Life — Mid-Ocean
(1909)
“ Here midst the heaving billows—this unending stretch of sea Where scarce an ocean-bird has strength to fly, Unnumbered leagues from any strand where habitations be, Alone, no comrade vessel sailing nigh, The deep, unplumbed, beneath us, and, above, a frowning dome,— I do but turn my eyes on thee, and straightway it is home! ”
