Classic Poem

I hear the shouting of th' exultant sea,
Its reel and crash along the shuddering strand;
Through muffling mist the wide reverberant land
In thunderous labour laughs exultantly;
The wrestling wind's tumultuous revelry
Whips into whirling clouds the blanched sea-sand;
The primal powers in grim convulsion grand
Strive, straining agonists, frenzied to be free.

And in the lapses of the roaring gale
I hear the cries of lives that rage and weep,
That sow for ever, and that never reap;
Brave hearts that travail with all hopes that fail
Break with the breakers; with a wandering wail
Flies sorrow with white lips along the deep.