Solitude

Far out where wide seas sweep
With solemn heave and away,
The waves of the lonesome deep
Unstopping tread their way;
And down through fathoms long,
In silent depths below,
In currents still and strong,
The deep moves to and fro.

Where mountains pierce the sky.
Unmeasured piles uprear
Their rocky peaks on high,
And stirless stand, and drear.
Unscaled their ragged forms,
Their jagged heights unknown,
They meet the eternal storms,
Majestic and alone.

Inwrapped in polar cold,
Extends the northern sea,
Where winds their trystings hold,
As o'er the ice they flee;
Unvisited, unviewed,
Those lonely ice fields stay
In stately solitude,
While ages wear away.