Sea-Praise

Hail to the lord of seas,
That doth inherit
The storm-wind and the breeze,
So full his merit!
For whom the thunder rolled
Out from the western gold
Wealth without measure,
Storm-driven treasure,
Death at his pleasure,
Unreckoned legacies of kings of old!

Hail, thou for whom the foam
His plumed mane bendeth;
Whom time his ruin home
For hoarding sendeth!
For whom the starry sky
Mirrors a panoply:
Lord of gulls crying,
King of winds dying,
Whom the sun's hieing,
Neptune, on thee, uncrowned his crown shall lie.

C.L.P.