_Purple seas and garnet seas, emerald seas and blue,
Foaming seas and frothing seas spraying rainbow dew:
Laughing seas and chaffing seas, gay in the morning light,
Endless seas and bendless seas ayawn in the starless night._
Seas that reach o’er the long white beach
Where the clean-washed pebbles roll,
And the nodding groves and the coral coves
And the deep-toned voices toll.
Seas that lift the broken drift
And crash through the crag-lined fjord--
Seas that cut the channel’s rut
With the thrust of a mighty sword.
Seas that brood in silent mood
When the midnight stars are set--
Seas that roar as a charging boar
Till the rails of the bridge run wet.
Seas that foam where the porpoise roam
And the spouting whale rolls high--
Seas that use in the sunset hues
Till all is a blended sky.
Seas that reek with the golden streak
And the flash of phosphor fire--
Seas that glance in a moonlit dance
With feet that never tire.
Seas that melt in the mist-hung belt
When sky and waters close--
Seas that meet the day’s retreat,
Amber and gold and rose.
_Purple seas and garnet seas, emerald seas and blue,
Foaming seas and frothing seas spraying rainbow dew:
Laughing seas and chaffing seas, gay in the morning light,
Endless seas and bendless seas ayawn in the starless night._