John Boyle O'Reilly Quote

Though it lash the shallows that line the beach,
Afar from the great sea-deeps,
There is never a storm whose might can reach
Where the vast leviathan sleeps.
Like a mighty thought in a mighty mind
In the clear cold depths he swims;
Whilst above him the pettiest form of his kind
With a dash o'er the surface skims.


Prelude to the amber whale.


Though it lash the shallows that line the beach, Afar from the great sea-deeps, There is never a storm whose might can reach Where the vast leviathan ...

Though it lash the shallows that line the beach, Afar from the great sea-deeps, There is never a storm whose might can reach Where the vast leviathan ...

Though it lash the shallows that line the beach, Afar from the great sea-deeps, There is never a storm whose might can reach Where the vast leviathan ...

Though it lash the shallows that line the beach, Afar from the great sea-deeps, There is never a storm whose might can reach Where the vast leviathan ...