THE DREAM THAT’S IN THE SEA.
You ask me why I love the sea?
How can I tell?
I only know, the miracle, flowing, flowing, ever flowing,
And the white foam blowing,
The bubbling undertones,
The madness when the old gods rave,
The eddies, far and wide, that swing the door to memories,
When I am sad, make me glad,
With a tremulous joy,
As if I were a boy.
How can I tell the legend of its spell,
When skies are blue,
And earth rings true?
Or, underneath the mystic moon,
When I, the happiest of men,
Behold a love so great as that of life?
’Tis written in my soul,
Yet O, so far beyond the utterance of human tongue!
But sometimes, in the night,
Like a flash of light,
When I hear it breaking on the rocks,
Then speed away,
It seems to say,
“Defeat is not!”
Perhaps that’s why I love the sea.