author - "Alexander Lange Kielland"
Nothing Is So Boundless As The Sea, Nothing So Patient. On Its Broad
Back It Bears, Like A Good-Natured Elephant, The Tiny Mannikins Which
Tread The Earth; And In Its Vast Cool Depths It Has Place For All Mortal
Woes. It Is Not True That The Sea Is Faithless, For It Has Never
Promised Anything; Without Claim, Without Obligation, Free, Pure, And
Genuine Beats The Mighty Heart, The Last Sound One In an Ailing World.
And While The Mannikins Strain Their Eyes Over It, The Sea Sings Its Old
Song. Many Understand It Scarce At All, But Never Two Understand It In
The Same Manner, For The Sea Has A Distinct Word For Each One That Sets
Himself Face To Face With It.
Nothing Is So Boundless As The Sea, Nothing So Patient. On Its Broad
Back It Bears, Like A Good-Natured Elephant, The Tiny Mannikins Which
Tread The Earth; And In Its Vast Cool Depths It Has Place For All Mortal
Woes. It Is Not True That The Sea Is Faithless, For It Has Never
Promised Anything; Without Claim, Without Obligation, Free, Pure, And
Genuine Beats The Mighty Heart, The Last Sound One In an Ailing World.
And While The Mannikins Strain Their Eyes Over It, The Sea Sings Its Old
Song. Many Understand It Scarce At All, But Never Two Understand It In
The Same Manner, For The Sea Has A Distinct Word For Each One That Sets
Himself Face To Face With It.