George Gordon Byron

“ Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.
Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form
Glasses itself in tempests; in all time,
Calm or convuls'd---in breeze, or gale, or storm,
Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime
Dark-heaving;---boundless, endless, and sublime,
The image of Eternity---the throne
Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime
The monsters of the deep are made; each zone
Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone. ”