“ Sound the loud chord!
Let love be a wreath !
Death is not for ye any more, for I am the Master of
Death!”
PARABASIS
As I sit in the sound
Of the wash of the surf,
On the long low ground,
The trees and the turf ;
In front the profound,
The warrior seas,
Upstirred of the breeze,
By the far reef bound—
I know the low music of love, I feel the sweet murmur
in me,
My soul is in tune with the sea.
The stars are above me,
The rocks are below me,
The sea is around!
Great Gods that love me
Lead me, and show me .
Their powers profound.
Their lightnings move me
To stir me, to throw me
As into a swound,
The song of the infinite surf that is beaten and bound
As a fierce wolf-hound,
The song that lures me, and lifts me, and mingles my
, soul into sound!
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