Classic Poem

Thou art equal with me, — lo! thou art the breeze
That passes sighing o'er the water-way,
And I am the wild song within the seas
Driving up toward thee the sonorous spray
And glimmering sheet on sheet of sea-shine grew;
Thou art the moon above the tides at night
Glittering above them with most tender ray,
And I laugh underneath thy magic light
And clothe myself with limitless loud might
Of song: thou art the sun, — my free waves follow
Thine all-alluring splendour calm and bright,
Rising and falling fast in height and hollow;
Thou art breeze, moon, and sun, — and I the sea,
Swayed by the rapture, chainless soul, of thee!