The Sweep Of The Tides

Out of the fathomless ocean Shaking the earth with their strides, Chaos resurgent in motion, Battle the foam bearded tides. Titans stupendous, upheaving, Flouting the roaring Monsoon, Hoarse with the joy of achieving Freedom to reach for the moon. Titans whose dungeons are riven Sped on their turbulent path, Not by Poseidon driven Nor by grim Eolus’ wrath, Clamorous, never delaying, Scouring the outermost dune, Sullen but ever obeying That mocking enchantress - the moon. Fundy is choked with their foaming, Fiercely they snarl ’round the Horn, Glinting like steel in the gloaming, Patined with gold at morn; White with the ice of the Behring, Green with sargassum strewn Wolves of the deep, never nearing, But ever pursuing the moon. Round and around and forever Dizzily circling the globe; Torn by impassioned endeavor Clutching, to touch but her robe; Wraithlike that robe, but enduring, Trailing her silvery lune, Woven of moonbeams alluring, Tracing the path to the moon. Formless, uncouth, terrifying, Goading the indolent seas; Breathing out clouds with their sighing, Draining the deep of its lees, Mountainous troughing and cresting, Then calm as a coral lagoon, Limitless yearning and questing Madness bewitched by the moon. Monstrous caress of the ocean Fondling the obdurate land, Urged by abyssmal emotion Granite may hardly withstand, Beats of a world olden measure Savage but roughly in tune, Floodtime and ebb at the pleasure Of that horned enchantress - the moon. Alternate plunge and upheaval Strong as earth giants who strove Grandly in aeons primeval Braving omnipotent Jove; Forces terrific, whose rages Drown out the shrieking Typhoon Storming through infinite ages After a phantom - the moon!