"UNCHANGEABLE, save to thy wild waves' play, 



Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow 

 Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now. 



"Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form 

 Glasses itself in tempests; in all time, 

 Calm or convulsed in breeze, or gale, or storm, 

 Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime 

 Dark heaving boundless, endless, and sublime, 

 The image of eternity, the throne 



Of the Invisible." 



BYRON. 



