Life swelleth in a whitening wave, <br />And dasheth thee and me apart. <br />I sweep out seaward: -- be thou brave. <br /> And reach the shore, Sweetheart. <br /> <br />Beat back the backward-thrusting sea. <br />Thy weak white arm his blows may thwart, <br />Christ buffet the wild surge for thee <br /> Till thou'rt ashore, Sweetheart. <br /> <br />Ah, now thy face grows dim apace, <br />And seems of yon white foam a part. <br />Canst hear me through the water-bass, <br /> Cry: "To the Shore, Sweetheart?" <br /> <br />Now Christ thee soothe upon the Shore, <br />My lissome-armed sea-Britomart. <br />I sweep out seaward, never more <br /> To find the Shore, Sweetheart.<br /><br />Sidney Lanier<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-foam/
