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Another birthday! This time to the original hipster, Lord Byron. Here, from one of my favourite poems of his, Apostrophe to the Ocean.

Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean—roll!
Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain;
Man marks the earth with ruin—his control
Stops with the shore;—upon the watery plain
The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain
A shadow of man’s ravage, save his own,
When for a moment, like a drop of rain,
He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan,
Without a grave, unknelled, uncoffined, and unknown.


watercolour on Fabriano, 18 cm by 12.5 cm