For one day with my telescope,
To view the ocean wide and bright,
When to this first I came,
Ere I had heard of Martha's name,
I climbed the mountain's height:
A storm came on, and I could see
No object higher than my knee.
To view the ocean wide and bright,
When to this first I came,
Ere I had heard of Martha's name,
I climbed the mountain's height:
A storm came on, and I could see
No object higher than my knee.
Coleridge - Lyrical Ballads
