I do remember how, when very young, <br />I saw the great sea first, and heard its swell <br />As I drew nearer, caught within the spell <br />Of its vast size and its mysterious tongue. <br />How the floor trembled, and the dark boat swung <br />With a man in it, and a great wave fell <br />Within a stone's cast! Words may never tell <br />The passion of the moment, when I flung <br />All childish records by, and felt arise <br />A thing that died no more! An awful power <br />I claimed with trembling hands and eager eyes, <br />Mine, mine for ever, an immortal dower.- <br />The noise of waters soundeth to this hour <br />When I look seaward through the quiet skies.<br /><br />George MacDonald<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/first-sight-of-the-sea/
