Chapter 17 -The Third Cruise of the Wave

'Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean-roll!

Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain:

Man marks the earth with ruin-his control

Stops with the shore,-upon the watery plain

The 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 wit