1. ۱1
2. ۲OR, from that Sea of Time,
3. ۳Spray, blown by the wind—a double winrow-drift of weeds and shells;
4. ۴(O little shells, so curious-convolute! so limpid-cold and voiceless!
5. ۵Yet will you not, to the tympans of temples held,
6. ۶Murmurs and echoes still bring up—Eternity’s music, faint and far,
7. ۷Wafted inland, sent from Atlantica’s rim—strains for the Soul of the Prairies,
8. ۸Whisper’d reverberations—chords for the ear of the West, joyously sounding
9. ۹Your tidings old, yet ever new and untranslatable;)
10. ۱۰Infinitessimals out of my life, and many a life,
11. ۱۱(For not my life and years alone I give—all, all I give;)
12. ۱۲These thoughts and Songs—waifs from the deep—here, cast high and dry,
13. ۱۳Wash’d on America’s shores.
14. ۱۴
15. ۱۵2
16. ۱۶Currents of starting a Continent new,
17. ۱۷Overtures sent to the solid out of the liquid,
18. ۱۸Fusion of ocean and land—tender and pensive waves,
19. ۱۹(Not safe and peaceful only—waves rous’d and ominous too.
20. ۲۰Out of the depths, the storm’s abysms—Who knows whence? Death’s waves,
21. ۲۱Raging over the vast, with many a broken spar and tatter’d sail.)