| Author: | Egerton Ryerson Young | ISBN: | 9781465505064 |
| Publisher: | Library of Alexandria | Publication: | March 8, 2015 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Egerton Ryerson Young |
| ISBN: | 9781465505064 |
| Publisher: | Library of Alexandria |
| Publication: | March 8, 2015 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
What says the sea, little shell? “What says the sea? “Long has our brother been silent to us, “Kept his message for the ships, “Awkward ships, stupid ships.” “The sea bids you mourn, O Pines, “Sing low in the moonlight. “He sends tale of the land of doom, “Of place where endless falls “A rain of women's tears, “And men in grey robes— “Men in grey robes— “Chant the unknown pain.” “What says the sea, little shell? “What says the sea? “Long has our brother been silent to us, “Kept is message for the ships, “Puny ships, silly ships.” “The sea bids you teach, O Pines, “Sing low in the moonlight; “Teach the gold of patience, “Cry gospel of gentle hands, “Cry a brotherhood of hearts. “The sea bids you teach, O Pines.” “And where is the reward, little shell? “What says the sea? “Long has our brother been silent to us, “Kept his message for the ships, “Puny ships, silly ships.” “No word says the sea, O Pines, “No word says the sea. “Long will your brother be silent to you, “Keep his message for the ships, “O puny ships, silly pines.” To the maiden The sea was blue meadow, Alive with little froth-people Singing. To the sailor, wrecked, The sea was dead grey walls Superlative in vacancy, Upon which nevertheless at fateful time Was written The grim hatred of nature
What says the sea, little shell? “What says the sea? “Long has our brother been silent to us, “Kept his message for the ships, “Awkward ships, stupid ships.” “The sea bids you mourn, O Pines, “Sing low in the moonlight. “He sends tale of the land of doom, “Of place where endless falls “A rain of women's tears, “And men in grey robes— “Men in grey robes— “Chant the unknown pain.” “What says the sea, little shell? “What says the sea? “Long has our brother been silent to us, “Kept is message for the ships, “Puny ships, silly ships.” “The sea bids you teach, O Pines, “Sing low in the moonlight; “Teach the gold of patience, “Cry gospel of gentle hands, “Cry a brotherhood of hearts. “The sea bids you teach, O Pines.” “And where is the reward, little shell? “What says the sea? “Long has our brother been silent to us, “Kept his message for the ships, “Puny ships, silly ships.” “No word says the sea, O Pines, “No word says the sea. “Long will your brother be silent to you, “Keep his message for the ships, “O puny ships, silly pines.” To the maiden The sea was blue meadow, Alive with little froth-people Singing. To the sailor, wrecked, The sea was dead grey walls Superlative in vacancy, Upon which nevertheless at fateful time Was written The grim hatred of nature
