The sunlight piercing through the blue wave feeds <br />The joyous growths that, clustered from the air, <br />Throw forth their fibres to the Power that breeds <br />Love in the lives above of all things fair — <br />The ever-living Sun, that through man's days <br />Is as the breath of all the thinks and says. <br />Light streams down to them in that watery mist, <br />E'en as thought's splendor in a human mood <br />Life-filling, like a glorious amethyst <br />Among the mountains in their solitude; <br />And the sea-things drink in at every pore <br />The nurture of the light till life is o'er. <br />Till life is o'er, and Death within the ooze <br />Then hides them from the joyous light and air; <br />E'en as, too, in the mind the flaming muse <br />Burns down to ashes in a world made bare <br />With want and woe, and the pain whose defeat <br />Must be by death — when death alone is sweet.<br /><br />Robert Crawford<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sea-weeds/
