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Here at last is the ocean indeed

Full of boisterous dancing wild;

Only then is a life being lived by man

When stir and turmoil rule his self.

It is laughter this moment and crying next,

Playing and singing then again;

No story of rest, no message of peace

Finds echo in heroic hearts.

Changes on changes' heels I see around me

In the sport of colours and waves;

Here in this full swing of wanton revels

No rules and canons one can find.

Foolish that thou thinkest perchance thou hast

Caught life's being firm within thy hands;

Forthwith insolently thee it eludes

In splashing, booming, breaking gait.

Whenever once thou understandest life.

Its dignity is surely lost;

But that it is not ever to be grasped

Is its grand mystery and strength.

Thou, in love with storm, inviting ruin,

Thy waves bombarding the highest decks,

O Atlantic, my companion long,

Aeons thy spirit in me dwells!