The sea heaves up, hangs loaded o'er the land, Breaks there, and buries its tumultuous strength.

Round the cape of a sudden came the sea, And the sun looked over the mountain's rim: And straight was a path of gold for him, And the need of a world of men for me

I've never seen the point of the sea, except where it meets the land. The shore has a point. The sea has none.

Pass through thy land as a river, O daughter of Tarshish: there is no more strength.

How joyously the young sea-mew Lay dreaming on the waters blue, Whereon our little bark had thrown A little shade, the only one; But shadows ever man pursue.

And surely We have honored the children of Adam, and We carry them in the land and the sea, and We have given them of the good things, and We have made them to excel by an appropriate excellence over most of those whom We have created.