Classic Poem

My boat moves and I with her delighting,
Feeling the water slide past, and watching white fashion
Of water, as she moves faster ever more whitening;
Till up at the white sail in that great sky heightening
Of fine cloth spread against azure and cloud commotion
My face looks, and there is joy in the eyes that asking
Fulfilment of the heart's true and golden passion
(Long dimmed) now gets hold of a truth and an action . . .
The ears take the sound of Severn water dashing.
The great spirit remembers Ulysses with his courage lighting
Before the danger of sea water, in a rocky passion
Of surges — and over Barrow comes the wind I've been waiting.