“OUTSIDE.”
O the rolling sea is the place for me,
With the whine of the wind at play,
And the skies a-brim to their hazy rim
With the dream of a summer’s day;
With the dip and drip and the shifting whip
Of the sail in the silvery blue,
And the swish and blow of the summer-snow
From the hills that are lost to view.
O the rolling sea is the place for me,
With its hush and its rush and swirl;
With its bugling quest to the sloping west,
And its flurry and drift and whirl;
With its shifting race and the salt in my face,
With its spill and its gusty rhyme,
With its mermaids fair, with the dusk in their hair,
And its drench and its mystic chime.
O the rolling sea is the place for me,
With the kittiwakes swaying by,
On their lyric wings where the breaker swings,
In the trail of their haunting cry;
Where the whispering lip and the ragged rip,
With the kiss of the tide entwine;
Where the billows crash and the rainbows flash,
And the heart of the world is mine.