Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861), "Sabbath on the Sea", from The Amaranth, published 1839, rev. 1850

The ship went on with solemn face;
   To meet the darkness on the deep,
      The solemn ship went onward.
I bowed down weary in the place;
   For parting tears and present sleep
      Had weighed mine eyelids downward.

The new sight, the new wondrous sight!
   The waters around me, turbulent,
      The skies, impassive o'er me,
Calm in a moonless, sunless light,
   As glorified by even the intent
      Of holding the day glory!

Love me, sweet friends, this Sabbath day.
   The sea sings round me while ye roll
      Afar the hymn, unaltered,
And kneel, where once I knelt to pray,
   And bless me deeper in your soul
      Because your voice has faltered.

And though this [bad word] to me
   Without the stolèd minister,
      And chanting congregation,
God's Spirit shall [bad word]  He
   Who brooded soft on waters drear,
      Creator on creation.

He shall assist me to look higher,
He shall assist me to look higher,
   Where keep the saints, with harp and song,
      An endless sabbath morning,
      An endless sabbath morning,
And, on that [bad word] with fire,
And that [bad word] with fire,
   Oft drop their eyelids raised too long
      To the full Godhead's burning.
      The full Godhead's burning