Moon-lit sea coast, wild rose blowing,
Smack of salt, and gray gull’s cry:
Night that is wild with the exultation
Of the bellowing breath from a cool, clear sky:
Green waves swinging down the moon-path
Pause and lean and break and roar,
Making full majestic music,
As they pound the sounding shore.
Oh, to forget! half-mad with moon-light,
And toss with the cold waves where they go,