Open Sea
O Love, surge on! Borne on thy waves I ride,
No longer swimming near the fretful shore,
But where the green and glassy billows glide
And naught save thine own vastness lies before.
Too long in timid shallows did I wade,
Lightly caressed by softly lapping water,
Of thine unfathomed deeps so long afraid.
Neither of land nor sea a faithful daughter.
“How trust the fearful sea?” land-huggers cry,
“Whose depths are white with bones of lovers lost;
Safe is the land, where trouble comes not nigh,
Though on the waves of joy we be not tost.”
O Love, surge on! Bear me beyond these voices;
In thee alone my spirit's limbs are free:
In thee alone my naked soul rejoices,
Buoyant, and swift, and glad, only in thee.
No longer swimming near the fretful shore,
But where the green and glassy billows glide
And naught save thine own vastness lies before.
Too long in timid shallows did I wade,
Lightly caressed by softly lapping water,
Of thine unfathomed deeps so long afraid.
Neither of land nor sea a faithful daughter.
“How trust the fearful sea?” land-huggers cry,
“Whose depths are white with bones of lovers lost;
Safe is the land, where trouble comes not nigh,
Though on the waves of joy we be not tost.”
O Love, surge on! Bear me beyond these voices;
In thee alone my spirit's limbs are free:
In thee alone my naked soul rejoices,
Buoyant, and swift, and glad, only in thee.
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