The Soul of the Sea

A wind comes in from the sea, And rolls through the hollow dark Like loud, tempestuous waters. As the swift recurrent tide, It pours adown the sky, And rears at the cliffs of night Uppiled against the vast.

Like the soul of the sea— Hungry, unsatisfied With ravin of shores and of ships— Come forth on the land to seek New prey of tideless coasts, It raves, made hoarse with desire, And the sounds of the night are dumb With the sound of its passing.