The Sea Hath No King But God

I Do Not See Them Here; But After Death God Knows I Know The Faces I Shall See, Each One A Murdered Self, With Low Last Breath. 'i Am Thyself,what Hast Thou Done To Me?' 'and Iand Ithyself,' (lo! Each One Saith,) 'and Thou Thyself To All Eternity!

Tis Visible Silence, Still As The Hour-glass.

The Sea Hath No King But God Alone.

Places That Are Empty Of You Are Empty Of Life.

Sometimes Thou Seem'st Not As Thyself Alone, But As The Meaning Of All Things That Are.