Cleave themselves into chasms， while far below
The sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear
The sapless foliage of the ocean， know
Thy voice， and suddenly grow gray with fear，
And tremble and despoil themselves： oh， hear！
IV
If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear；
If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee；
A wave to pant beneath thy power， and share
The impulse of thy strength， only less free
Than thou， O uncontrollable！ If even