Tired of brick and stone, I seek the windy green, unquiet sea,

The sun has gone with the sea. photo by G. Wilson

Grey mist on the North Sea's face photo by G. Wilson

Grey mist on the North Sea's face photo by G. Wilson

Grey mist on the North Sea's face photo by G. Wilson

Navies rampage across the surface of the sea, leaving no trace of their trail. G. Wilson

The waves and the winds cry over the vast waters

Dark, heaving, boundless and sublime The image of Eternity photo by G. Wilson

On the cold grey stones O Sea photo by G. Wilson

They that go down to the sea Do business in great waters. (Psalms, 107:23)

Flung spray and the Blown spume.

Resting the beauty that no seas could tire.

Where nothing but the waves and I Match the greyness of the sky

Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow Such as creation's dawn beheld, Thou rollest now. .

The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast

A voice whose sound was like the sea. Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free