Classic Poem

I love the sea when it is windswept
The ships ploughing up the foam,
The sailor man loudly swearing
From sheer excess of joy,
The shrill cry of a solitary sea bird,
And the smell of the sharp, salt spray.

I love the melancholy beach
Under the shimmering magic of the moon.
When just above the ocean's rim
One lone star marks a path for me;
And the waves are moaning to the shore
Their monotoned love melody.