Classic Poem

The waves have a merry day,
When the sun and sea are gay,
Laughing, leaping, climbing, clinging,
Dancing, creeping, soaring, singing,
Now they lift their silver lips,
And their rain-bow tinted tips;
Merry, merry is the day,
When the ocean is at play.

The waves have a dreary night,
With the ocean in affright,
Running, raving, seething, scowling,
Frothing, foaming, hissing, howling,
Then beneath the tempest's breath,
Ships and men go down to death;
Dreary, dreary is the night,
With the ocean in affright.