Poems
THEME/S
With arms that curve to a garland of brief foam
And crumble in the very joy of clinging,
The enormous strengths and majesties surge home;
They yearn with music and they part with singing:
No passionate grasp on goals of blue endeavour
Shackles the laughter and the liberty
Winning by cool erosion rocks for ever
To the infinite self-forge fulness of sea.
A rapturous unconcern, a worship-will
Unmarred by lust that makes the conqueror slave,
Their hands of moon-love gather but to spill
Victory as pure libation through each wave.
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