You alone can make a sea
With eyes of blue, and measurelessly deep
With transparent heart --
All hidden with endless mystery.
With flying fish perching,
On Your silver hair of surf dancing,
Somber sea gulls resting
On Your rich watery tresses
As the sun bestows its kisses
And makes them shine,
O Goddess, blue Brine,
Intoxicating all votaries with Your wine,
Your ever blushing scenic face
Surging in all secret solace --
Who, who could make this blue-eyed maiden
But You alone, ah You?
Man may make a myriad things that be
A little while;
But You alone can make a MAGIC SEA.