Classic Poem

Sea, I have sworn never to sing of you.
Come inland, Sea, come drench my little words
In dark fog like your narrow-bodied birds
With long hushed wings are ever flying through.
Snatch up my cries and break them as you do
Foam into spray. Oh, I know it would be
A glorious thing for words to drown in sea,
Sharing an eloquence they never knew.

But here, Sea, where the need of you is known
As thirst is known, a cry of song may reach
With any sultry breath to any sky.
Sea, let me not forget to learn the tone
Of soundlessness, to nurture secret speech
Before I shape my great love in a cry.