I AM Young Adventure's Lover and I vaunt In spousal chorus to the salt sea's surge Thee Son of Flesh and Spirit will I urge To unwind the girdle the horizons flaunt. Not horror nor the lightning's lash can daunt The never-swerving brows that bear their scourge, Though the masts groan aghast. The Future's verge Calls to me and the unfathomed waters chaunt. The cordage creaks, and craven is the hull; The tree dreams of the land in every lull: Aloof, sublime, entranced, to the wide sky I lift a gaze no mirages can quell And lips deep-carven with the unquenchable Immortal thirsting for infinity. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NEED OF LOVING by STRICKLAND GILLILAN THE VAMPIRE by RUDYARD KIPLING A DAY OF DAYS by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM A WATER MILL by ANTIPATER OF THESSALONICA TWELVE SONNETS: 5. GLAD SEASONS by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: SLEEPER'S COUNTENANCE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |