The Poet Is The Loneliest Man That Lives; Ah Me! God Makes Him So -- The Sea Hath Its Ebb And Flow, He Sings His Songs -- But Yet He Only Gives In The Waves Of The Words Of His Art Only The ~Foam~ Of His Heart. Its Sea Rolls On Forever, Evermore, Beautiful, Vast, And Deep; Only His ~Shallowest~ Thoughts Touch The Shore Of Speech; His ~Deepest~ Sleep. The Foam That Crests The Wave Is Pure And White; The ~Foam~ Is Not The ~Wave~; The Wave Is Not The Sea -- ~It Rolls~ Forever On; The Winding Shores Will Crave A Kiss From Ev'Ry Wavelet On The Deep; ~Some Come~; Some Always ~Sleep~.