Roll after roll the sea summons me,
Each crest’s rise and fall calls.

The passion of its being frightens,
I am no match for its ardor.

I come to its edge in simpleness,
A submission of myself.

An mere atom loosed, set adrift
in a bowl of infinite devotion.

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