I was traveling ‑The Ocean

Morn on the Sum­mer Sea–the break­ing light
Is trem­bling on the moun­tain’s misty height,
And upland lea–and on the dis­tant glen–
And o’er the waters–far from haunts of men.


How faint and sweet from yon­der secret dell,
Swells o’er the wave the ear­ly vil­lage bell,
Borne with the sounds of tin­kling herds–and hark!
O’er the blue hills, the music of the lark
Rings clear­ly from the sil­ver clouds that rest,
Like a bright Crown, above the mountain-crest.

Westkapelle Beach

O! green and hap­py land! whose head­lands grey,
Are, in the dis­tance, melt­ing fast away;
Ye peace­ful vales–the wan­der­er’s own sweet home,
And ye old woods!–farewell.–The curl­ing foam–
The bound­less sea, with all its host of waves,
May dash ere evening o’er our lone­ly graves.


Thou dark, unfath­omed Ocean! in thy halls
No search­ing glance of kind­ly sun­light falls–
Far through thy azure depths the sea-snakes sweep,
And the huge Krak­ens haunt thee–stormy deep!

Yet hast thou wealth of glo­ri­ous things, far down
Thy hid­den palaces–jewels and crown,
And the reich spoils of many a shat­tered bark,
Lie with thy Sea-Stars and the ocean shark;

And from thy many-twin­kling sands, bright gems
Shine like the pearls in king­ly diadems.
The broad Sea-Fag lies there–and tufts of green,
Oft through thy glassy depths are dim­ly seen;
And the Sea-Grape and yel­low Fan o’erspread

Thy path­less empire–and the Coral’s red
Glows mid thy snowy peb­bles and rich sand,
And scar­let Shells that glis­ten o’er the strand.
–Sea! thou art full of life! things swift and strange
Through thy mys­te­ri­ous tides, half shape­less, range.

Beach at Westkapelle

Noon on the flash­ing bil­lows. All the day
We have gone light­ly on our foam­ing way;
And the glad sun a tran­quil smile hath sent
From his bright throne in yon­der firmament.

Sea Storm

The bois­ter­ous water from the sea’s full urn;
The storm-drenched Petrel curbs his tired wing,
To view awhile our rapid wandering–


O! bound­less Sea! with thy upheav­ing surge,
Whitened with foam-wreaths to thy glo­ri­ous verge;
With thy strong tides–thy mul­ti­tude of waves–
And the wild voic­es of thy thou­sand caves–
And thy stern rage when tem­pests mad­den thee!
Fear­ful thou ever art, Eter­nal Sea!

Waves crush

 Poem ” The Ocean” by Isaac McLellan (1806–1899)
Photos by Heike “Ginger” Ballegeer at Westkapelle/Netherlands 2015
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  1. Maureen Gauvin-Lizotte
    August 1, 2015

    Heike my friend — this is such a beau­ti­ful poem & one I am not famil­iar with! Your pho­tos are exquis­ite as they per­fect­ly cap­ture and match the emo­tion of the words! I am a water sign (July 1/Cancer) and love the sea in all it’s glo­ry. Thank you so very much for shar­ing these my sis­ter Sassenach!❤??

    • Heike Ginger Ba
      August 2, 2015

      Hi Mau­reen,

      sor­ry that i am so late with my answer, but i was on Vaca­tion :). Thank you for your kind com­ment and your vis­it here. Glad you like my Pho­tos. “The Ocean” is one of my fav Poems about the sea and i am hap­py you like it also. LG Heike Gin­ger Ba

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