A momentary miracle,
Wherein Eternal Light,
A child among His children still,
Forgets the Infinite,
Among His toys to multiply
The larger bubble of the sky.
Upon the Isle of Time we trace
The signs of many a vanished race:
But on the sea that laps it round,
No memory of man is found.
The Sea Bubble
Yea; a bubble though I be,
Love, O man, that fashioned thee
Of the dust, created me
Not of earth, but of the sea:
Kindred blossoms then are we—
Time-blooms on eternity.
The calm horizon circles only me,
The center of its measureless embrace—
A bubble on the bosom of the sea,
Itself a bubble in the bound of space.
A boat unmoored, wherein a dreamer lies,
The slumberous waves low-lisping of a land
Where Love, forever with unclouded eyes,
Goes, wed with wandering Music, hand in hand.
John B. Tabb 
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“The Bubble”: Later Lyrics, p. 37; Poetry, p. 161. October 1891.
“Vestiges”: Lyrics, p. 161; Poetry, p. 366. 1897.
“The Sea Bubble”: Lyrics, p. 44; Poetry, p. 134. December 1892.
“Adrift”: Lyrics, p. 159; Poetry, p. 353. December 1895.
“Fancy”: Lyrics, p. 151; Poetry, p. 364. 1897. Slumberous is sleepy or drowsy.