XIV.
The roaring waves press onward
To reach the strand.
Then swell, and, crashing downward,
Break on the sand.
They roll with surging power,
Nor rest, nor fail—
And then ebb slow and slower—
Of what avail?
The roaring waves press onward
To reach the strand.
Then swell, and, crashing downward,
Break on the sand.
They roll with surging power,
Nor rest, nor fail—
And then ebb slow and slower—
Of what avail?