O sea, O sun, O wind and stars, Feed my starved lips with life, with love, Frederic Lawrence Knowles [1869-1905] A SEA LYRIC THERE is no music that man has heard For the Sea is a harp, and the winds of God And bear on the sweep of their mighty wings There is no passion that man has sung, Whose tide responds to the Moon's soft light For the Sea is a harp, and the winds of God And bear on the sweep of their mighty wings There is no sorrow that man has known, With an untranslated pain For the Sea is a harp, and the winds of God And bear on the sweep of their mighty wings The song of a vague unrest. William Hamilton Hayne [1856 WIND AND SEA THE sea is a jovial comrade, His merriment shines in the dimpling lines That wrinkle his hale repose; The Pines and the Sea 1545 He lays himself down at the feet of the Sun, And shakes all over with glee, And the broad-backed billows fall faint on the shore, In the mirth of the mighty Sea! But the Wind is sad and restless, And cursed with an inward pain; You may hark as you will, by valley or hill, But you hear him still complain. He wails on the barren mountains, He sobs in the cedar, and moans in the pine, Welcome are both their voices, And I know not which is best,— The laughter that slips from the Ocean's lips, Or the comfortless Wind's unrest. There's a pang in all rejoicing, A joy in the heart of pain, And the Wind that saddens, the Sea that gladdens, Bayard Taylor (1825-1878] THE PINES AND THE SEA BEYOND the low marsh-meadows and the beach, The moaning sea with sighing boughs combines, And waves and pines make answer, each to each. O melancholy soul, whom far and near, In life, faith, hope, the same sad undertone Pursues from thought to thought! thou needs must hear An old refrain, too much, too long thine own: 'Tis thy mortality infects thine ear; The mournful strain was in thyself alone. Christopher Pearse Cranch [1813-1892] "A WET SHEET AND A FLOWING SEA" A WET sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast, And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast; And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While, like the eagle free, Away the good ship flies, and leaves. O for a soft and gentle wind! But give to me the snoring breeze There's tempest in yon hornèd moon, And lightning in yon cloud; The lightning flashes free— While the hollow oak our palace is, Our heritage the sea. Allan Cunningham (1784-1842] THE SEA THE sea! the sea! the open sea! The blue, the fresh, the ever free! It runneth the earth's wide regions round; Or like a cradled creature lies. I'm on the sea! I'm on the sea! I am where I would ever be; Sailor's Song With the blue above, and the blue below, If a storm should come and awake the deep, I love, O, how I love to ride On the fierce, foaming, bursting tide, I never was on the dull, tame shore, The waves were white, and red the morn, And the whale it whistled, the porpoise rolled, I've lived since then, in calm and strife, Full fifty summers, a sailor's life, With wealth to spend and a power to range, But never have sought nor sighed for change; Shall come on the wild, unbounded sea! 1547 Bryan Waller Procter [1787-1874] SAILOR'S SONG From "Death's Jest-Book" To sea, to sea! The calm is o'er; The wanton water leaps in sport, And rattles down the pebbly shore; And unseen mermaids' pearly song To sea, to sea! our wide-winged bark The anchor heaves, the ship swings free, Thomas Lovell Beddoes [1803-1849] "A LIFE ON THE OCEAN WAVE” A LIFE on the ocean wave, On this dull, unchanging shore: The spray and the tempest's roar! Once more on the deck I stand Of my own swift-gliding craft: Set sail! farewell to the land! We shoot through the sparkling foam The land is no longer in view, The clouds have begun to frown; But with a stout vessel and crew, We'll say, Let the storm come down! |