The cool languid ocean is so like a symphony:
The violin drone of the waves against rock;
The sound of the flute through the cold cavern entrance;
The tambourine tap at the legs of the dock.
The cold angry ocean is so like a fury:
The thunder of waves as they crash on the shore;
The scream of the wind through the cold midnight caverns;
The shattering ships and the wail and the roar.
The warm peaceful ocean is so like a comfort:
Bluish-green wavelets all crested with foam;
The lilt of the wind through the cool spacious caverns;
Swift gentle currents to find my way home.