Within the midnight of her hair, Half-hidden in its deepest deeps.

The sea! the sea! the open sea! The blue, the fresh, the ever free! Without a mark, without a bound, It runneth the earth's wide regions round; It plays with the clouds; it mocks the skies; Or like a cradled creature lies.

I never was on the dull, tame shore, But I loved the great sea more and more.

Even Echo speaks not on these radiant moors. - Barry Cornwall (pseudonym of Bryan Waller Procter),

So mightiest powers buy deepest calms are fed, And sleep, how oft, in things that gentlest be! - Barry Cornwall (pseudonym of Bryan Waller Procter),

Gamaun is a dainty steed, Strong, black, and of a noble breed, Full of fire, and full of bone, With all his line of fathers known; Fine his nose, his nostrils thin, But blown abroad by the pride within; His mane is like a river flowing, And his eyes like embers glowing In the darkness of the night, And his pace as swift as light.