Classic Poem

Here stand I,
Buttressed over the sea!
Time and sky
Take no toll from me.

To me, grey—
Wind-grey, flung with foam—
Ye that stray
Wild-foot, come ye home!

Mother, I—
Mother I will be!
Ere ye die,
Hear! O sons at sea!

Shall I fall—
Leave my flock of graves?
Not for all
Your rebelling waves!

I stand fast—
Let the waters cry!
Here I last