Classic Poem

The Wind and the Sea are sisters,
—They moan for evermore,
One in the pine-tree branches
—And one against the shore,
One for the land behind her,
—One for the land before.

The Wind is the Sea's young brother,
—The selfsame voice have they,
Sunlight and moonlight kiss them,
—And then they kiss and play.
Sometimes they hate each other,
—And then they fight all day.

“What silly stuff you scribble!”
—My fair love said to me.
“As if such things as those are,
—Could ever strive or agree.
They are neither brothers nor sisters,
—But just the Wind and the Sea!”