Years! Years, ye shall mix with me!

Ye shall grow a part

Of the laughing Sea;

Of the moaning heart

Of the glittered wave

Of the sun-gleam's dart

In the ocean-grave.

Fair, cold, and faithless wert thou, my own!

For that I love

Thy heart of stone!

From the heights above

To the depths below,

Where dread things move,

There is naught can show

A life so trustless! Proud be thy crown!

Ruthless, like none, save the Sea, alone!