Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form
Glasses itself in tempests: in all time,
Calm or convulsed, 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.
