ON THE JETTY.
Reading edition
Still the old rage, O Sea? Blue lightnings buried under snowy shock Of white foam-bodies dying on the rock; Such sobbing passion to be still more free— Still the old yearning ... Sea? Still the old secret ... Sky? Cloud galleons sailing for some coast of Dream, And robber winds a-gallop for the gleam Of Western gold where purple banners fly— Still the old questing ... Sky? Still the old bondage ... Heart? Slave to a beauty that defeats the mind; Enchained, whose bondage even yet may find True words, the whole glad wonder to impart Meaning of Sea and Sky and Thee ... O Heart!