Classic Poem

While we slumber and sleep
The sun leaps up from the deep
— Daylight born at the leap! —
Rapid, dominant, free,
Athirst to bathe in the uttermost sea.

While we linger at play
— If the year would stand at May! —
Winds are up and away
Over land, over sea,
To their goal wherever their goal may be.

It is time to arise,
To race for the promised prize,
— The Sun flies, the Wind flies —
We are strong, we are free,
And home lies beyond the stars and the sea.