TOSS, tight boat, by the foam covered bar; Dip deep down in the jaws of the brine. Fly, dark rack, across moon and star, Fly, and fly past. -- My love is mine. Storm-stricken cedars, reel on the height; Hurled back, shudder, and pitch to the wind. Swept by the beam of the moon's pale light, Lash, and loom grandly. -- My love is kind. Burst, O sea, on the sands of the shore! Scream aloud. Fling up your wild arms white. Grovel, and shriek to the strong wind's roar; Peal up your cry through the pitiless night. Blow, vast gale, over field and bay; Over holt and hill whirl the rain and brine. Ruin and wreck till returns the day; Break, and be broken. -- My love is mine. |