Due to various assorted confusing misunderstandings and hectic end-of-senior-year stuff, I had to write two final stanzas for this Ode. Odes are supposed to be five verses, each with fourteen lines. This one is six verses, but the sixth one can be used in place of the fifth one (hence some repetition). 🙂
To the Sea:
O deepest Sea, beneath thy stormy eye
Lies all the wealth the bounteous earth commands;
Above thy foam the flocking seabirds fly.
Your gleaming spray is tossed by playful hands,
And pearls encrust thy skeleton sublime;