FROM THE LIPS OF THE SEA

  If thou wouldst win the rhythmic heart of things,    Go sit in solitude beside the shore,    Giving thine ear to the eternal roar  And every mystic message that it brings;—  Eddas of ancient, unremembered kings,    And runes that ring with long-forgotten lore,    All myths and mysteries from the years of yore  Ere Time grew weary on his journeyings.  And more from that imperious sibyl, Sea,  Thou mayest learn if thou wilt hearken well,    When God's white star-fires beacon home the ships;  The solemn secrets of infinity,  Unto the inner sense translatable,    Hang trembling ever on her darkling lips.

SEA MARVELS

  This morning more mysterious seems the sea  Than yesterday when, with reverberant roar,  It charged upon the beaches, and the sky  Above it shimmered cloudless. Now the waves  Lap languorously along the foamless sand,  And till the far horizon swims in mist.  Out of this murk, across this oily sweep,  Might lost armadas grandly sail to shore;  Jason might oar on Argo, or the stern  Surge-wanderer from Ithaca's bleak isle  Break on the sight, or Viking prows appear,  And still not wake                        ...
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