Classic Poem

SEA-SCENTS , wild-rose scents,
Bay and barberry too,
Drench the wind, the Maine wind,
That gulls are dipping through,
With soft hints, sweet hints,
With lull, lure, and desire;
With memory-wafts and mysteries,
And all the ineffable histories
Made when the sea and land meet,
And the sun lends nuptial fire.

Sea-foam, and dream-foam,
And which is which, who knows,
When all day long the heart goes out
To every wave that blows,
That blossoms on the bright tide,
Then sheds a shimmering crest
And yields its tossing place to one
Whose blooming is as quickly done;
For beauty is ever swift — begot
Of rapture and unrest.

Sea-deeps and soul-deeps,
And where shall faith be found
If not within the heart's beat
Or in the surging sound
Of the sea, which is the earth's heart,
Beating with tireless might;
Beating — though but a tragedy
Life seems on every land and sea;
Beating to bring all breath, somehow,
Out of despair's blight.