The world below the brine;
Forests at the bottom of the sea - the branches and leaves,
Sea-lettuce, vast lichens, strange flowers and seeds -
the thick tangle, the openings, and the pink turf,
Different colors, pale gray and green, purple, white, and gold -
the play of light through the water,

Dumb swimmers there among the rocks - coral, gluten, grass, rushes -
and the aliment of the swimmers,
Sluggish existences grazing there, suspended, or slowly crawling
close to the bottom,

The sperm-whale at the surface, blowing air and spray, or disporting
with his flukes,
The leaden-eyed shark, the walrus, the turtle, the hairy sea-leopard,
and the sting-ray;

Passions there - wars, pursuits, tribes - sight in those ocean-depths -
breathing that thick-breathing air, as so many do;
The change thence to the sight here, and to the subtle air breathed by beings
like us, who walk this sphere;
The change onward from ours, to that of beings who walk other spheres.