Cleave thou the waves that weltering to and fro <br />Surge multitudinous. The eternal Powers <br />Of sun, moon, stars, the air, the hurrying hours, <br />The winged winds, the still dissolving show <br />Of clouds in calm or storm, for ever flow <br />Above thee; while the abysmal sea devours <br />The untold dead insatiate, where it lowers <br />O'er glooms unfathomed, limitless, below. <br /> <br />No longer on the golden-fretted sands, <br />Where many a shallow tide abortive chafes, <br />Mayst thou delay; life onward sweeping blends <br />With far-off heaven: the dauntless one who braves <br />The perilous flood with calm unswerving hands, <br />The elements sustain: cleave thou the waves.<br /><br />Mathilde Blind<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cleave-thou-the-waves/
