Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage

And I have loved thee, Ocean! and my joy
Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be
Borne, like thy bubbles, onward: from a boy
I wantoned with thy breakers—they to me
Were a delight; and if the freshening sea
Made them a terror—’twas a pleasing fear;
For I was as it were a child of thee,
And trusted to thy billows far and near,
And laid my hand upon thy mane—as I do here.

Excerpt from Canto IV of Lord Byron‘s Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage. Also known as George Gordon Byron, is also famous for his satiric poem, Don Juan.

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