Seaweed

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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - Non-Music, Poetry (Literature)

Seaweed

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When descends on the Atlantic         The gigantic Storm-wind of the equinox, Landward in his wrath he scourges         The toiling surges, Laden with seaweed from the rocks: From Bermuda's reefs; from edges          Of sunken ledges, In some far-off, bright Azore; From Bahama, and the dashing,         Silver-flashing Surges of San Salvador; From the tumbling surf, that buries         The Orkneyan skerries, Answering the hoarse Hebrides; And from wrecks of ships, and drifting         Spars, uplifting On the desolate, rainy seas;— Ever drifting, drifting, drifting         On the shifting Currents of the restless main; Till in sheltered coves, and reaches         Of sandy beaches, All have found repose again. So when storms of wild emotion         Strike the ocean Of the poet's soul, erelong From each cave and rocky fastness,         In its vastness, Floats some fragment of a song: Front the far-off isles enchanted,         Heaven has planted With the golden fruit of Truth; From the flashing surf, whose vision         Gleams Elysian In the tropic clime of Youth; From the strong Will, and the Endeavor         That forever Wrestle with the tides of Fate From the wreck of Hopes far-scattered,         Tempest-shattered, Floating waste and desolate;— Ever drifting, drifting, drifting         On the shifting Currents of the restless heart; Till at length in books recorded,         They, like hoarded Household words, no more depart.

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  • Henry Wadsworth Longfellow