Raptures of the Deep

Had I those depths that elsewhere thrive, Swiftly I’d into your blissful fathoms dive; And bid old pangs on the loveless shore Eternal bye as I toe and hair slink below. Breathlessly I’d raptured sink down till Heart and mind grow all mute and still; And yet explore your depths’ fairer find By dainty dints of amorous ions twined. I’d not satisfied yield to early pleasures That delude shallower ocean creatures; Deeper yet would my rapt cruising go, Farther byeing old pangs of the shore. If transient blisses be earlier found In my fishy drifts downward bound, Savor them I may but further glide Beyond easy pies Romeos deride. At last methinks I should espy Your ocean’s bed before I die; And even if not I must for now Sink yet for deeper feel below.