Wave, upon wave, upon wave
Your conflicted madness swallowed me, with every rinse;
Every drop, I expect to meet with a new baptism, so show me a new religion;
Sweet Neptune, cover me in dew with all her sprites, and forgive me for cursing her kin;
My mistress, forgive thee!
I was ignorant, and lost within my own misdeeds of power,
but, ah, I have found you to be a god; and just like gods, you never cease to put a spark of relentless curiosity in humanity’s hearts,
To find their very own wave.