…Oh ye! who have your eye-balls vexed and tired,
Feast them upon the wideness of the Sea;
Oh ye! whose ears are dinned with uproar rude,
Or fed too much with cloying melody
Sit ye near some old cavern’s mouth, and brood
Until ye start, as if the sea-nymphs choired!
- John Keats (1817) ‘On The Sea’