1.Roll on，thou deep and dark-blue ocean-roll！
Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain：Man marks the earth with ruin-his controlStops with the shore；upon the watery plainThe wrecks are all thy deed，nor doth remain A shadow of man’s ravage，save his own，When，for a moment，like a drop of rain，He sinks into thy depths，with bubbling groan，Without a grave，unknelled，uncoffined，and unknown.
2.His steps are not upon thy paths-thy fields Are not a spoil for him-thou dost ariseAnd shake him from thee；the vile strength he wields For earth‘s destruction thou dost all despise，Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies，And send’st him，shivering，in thy playful spray，And howling，to his gods，where haply liesHis petty hope in some near port or bay，And dashest him again to earth：there let him lay.
3.The armaments which thunder-strike the walls f rock-built cities，bidding nations quake，And monarchs tremble in their capitals；The oak leviathans，whose huge ribs makeTheir clay creator the vain title takeOf lord of thee，and arbiterof war-These are thy toys，and，as the snowy flake，They melt into thy yeast of waves，which marAlike the Armada‘s pride or spoils of Trafalgar.
4.Thy shores are empires，changed in all save thee.
Assyria，Greece，Rome，Carthage，what are they？Thy waters wasted them while they were free，And many a tyrant since：their shores obey The stranger，slave，or savage：their decayHas dried up realms to deserts.Not so thou：Unchangeable save to thy wild waves’play，Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow-Such as Creation‘s dawn beheld，thou rollest now.
5.Thou glorious mirror，where the Almighty’s formGlassesitself in tempests；in all time-Calm or convulsed-in breeze，or gale，or storm，Icing the pole，or in the torrid climeDark-heaving-boundless，endless，and sublime-The image of Eternity-the throneOf th‘Invisible；-even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made；each zoneObeys thee；thou goest forth，dread，fathomless，alone！
