Higher and higher each wave goes,
Striving to clasp with foam-white hands
The yielding and eluding sands;
And still the sea, relentless, grim,
Calls his wild truants back to him,—
Recalls the liberty he gave
Wave after wave, wave after wave.
All sad at heart and desolate
They heed the call, they bow to fate;
And outward swept, a baffled train,