Sea-Urge
Reading edition
Oh, to feel the tremble of a ship beneath my feet again, Now that April’s urge is running riot in the tide, Where gray gull dips to white gull and the salt spray leaps to meet them Out across blue water where the tall ships ride. Freshets in the mountain streams and floods along the river Go rushing down to join the tossing tumult of the sea. And the April urge that drives them sets the sailor’s heart aquiver With the joy of ocean madness when the sails flap free.
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