What upon the naked shore is this key? 
All briny, yes, a haven for the briny things, 
And a mystery to the sun which hasn't seen 
The construction of this awful mystery! 
What fashion'd thee, O key of slimy gold? 
What secret portal among the waves and stones 
Didst thou unlock in silence of the deep? 
And most importantly, what sea-borne lazy eye, 
Deceived by the broken light, 
Lost among the ruins thee? 
I saw the shore expand on that joyous day- 
Breathed deeper, pulsed longer, sighed fuller, 
Loved greater the mind of a curious boy, 
Such as me! 
I love thee, curious sea! 
{Aeons can hide the relics of forgotten gods, 
But showeth me thy treasures,} 
And I will always look thereon. 
I will always look with love thereon!