The sea is never still. <br />It pounds on the shore <br />Restless as a young heart, <br />Hunting. <br /> <br />The sea speaks <br />And only the stormy hearts <br />Know what it says: <br />It is the face <br />of a rough mother speaking. <br /> <br />The sea is young. <br />One storm cleans all the hoar <br />And loosens the age of it. <br />I hear it laughing, reckless. <br /> <br />They love the sea, <br />Men who ride on it <br />And know they will die <br />Under the salt of it <br /> <br />Let only the young come, <br />Says the sea. <br /> <br />Let them kiss my face <br />And hear me. <br />I am the last word <br />And I tell <br />Where storms and stars come from.<br /><br />Carl Sandburg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/young-sea-2/
