If I believed in death, how sweet a bed br For such a blessed slumber could I find, br Beneath the blue and sparkling coverlid br Of that smooth sea, stirred by no breath of wind. br Oh if I could but die, and be at rest, br Thou smiling sea! in thy slow-heaving breast. br But all thy thousand waves quench not the spark br Immortal, woful, of one human soul; br Under thy sapphire vault, cold, still, and dark, br Deep down, below where tides and tempests roll, br The spirit may not lose its deeper curse, br It finds no death in the whole universe.