Classic Poem

Gray day or gay day,
Dark day or blue,
Winter day or May day,
All be kind to you!
May the winds the gentlest be
Mariners ever know,
Sing for you their lullabies
Pianissimo.

Oh, were I musician,
I would write the score
Of an ocean symphony,
Storm and crash and roar:
Brasses, cymbals, winds and drums,
And strings would tell it all,
That you might know the real sea,
Just sitting in a hall.

May good Æolus from his cave
His softest breeze provide,
And not a surging, bannered wave
The round horizon hide;
Nor whistling tempest take you back
To old Berserker days;
Nor fog that creeps upon the track
Imprison you in haze.

Then to the deck, with grit and grip!
There's health in every pace,
And beauty trails beside the ship
In celadon and lace.
Go seek the seaweed, drifting,
Like golden isles, from far,
And know there waits a faithful friend
Beneath yon Evening Star.