For, though the winds had sunk to rest, / There still did lurk within the breast / Of ocean’s vast profundity / The dying spark, that still might be / With all its former fiercity / Relit, like the dying ashes / Of the fire that once did burn, / Still now sends forth some dying flash / Whose former strength might soon return, / If winds upon its embers blew / The latent sparks to life anew:[…]