Wind over the Sea
Only a grey sea, and a long grey shore,
And the grey heavens brooding over them.
Twilight of hopes and purposes forgot,
Twilight of ceaseless eld, and when was youth?
Is it not lonely here, beyond the years?
Out of the gathering darkness crashes a wind from the
ocean,
Rushing with league-long paces over the plain of the
waters,
Driving the clouds and the breakers before it in sudden
commotion.
Who are these on the wind, riders and riderless horses?
Riders the great ones that have been and are, and those
to come shall be:
These are the children of might, life’s champions and
history’s forces.
Might I but grasp at a bridle, and fear not to be trodden
under,
Swing myself into a saddle, and ride on greatly, exulting
On down the long straight road of the wind, a galloping
thunder!
Only a grey sea, and a long grey shore,
And the grey heavens brooding over them,
Twilight of hopes and purposes forgot,
Twilight of ceaseless eld, for when was youth?
Is it not lonely here, beyond the years?
[pg 48]